Song of Solomon 4:10

World English Bible (WEB)

How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!

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8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.

10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!

11 Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

12 My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.

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Song of Solomon 4:10 in every translation

WEB World English Bible: How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!
KJV King James Version: How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
BSB Berean Standard Bible: How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices.
ASV American Standard Version: How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!
YLT Young's Literal Translation: How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices.
DBY Darby Translation: How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine ointments than all spices!
WBS Webster Bible: How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thy ointments than all spices!