Song of Solomon 4:11
Hebrew Text— Song of Solomon 4:11Your 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.
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They shall be abundantly satisfied with the abundance of your house. You will make them drink of the river of your pleasures.
Your words were found, and I ate them. Your words were to me a joy and the rejoicing of my heart, for I am called by your name, Yahweh, God of Armies.
Whatever you do, in word or in deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father, through him.
In everything give thanks, for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus toward you.
“Hey! Come, everyone who thirsts, to the waters! Come, he who has no money, buy, and eat! Yes, come, buy wine and milk without money and without price.
Rebekah took the good clothes of Esau, her elder son, which were with her in the house, and put them on Jacob, her younger son.
My doctrine will drop as the rain. My speech will condense as the dew, as the misty rain on the tender grass, as the showers on the herb.
Offer to God the sacrifice of thanksgiving. Pay your vows to the Most High.
I create the fruit of the lips: Peace, peace, to him who is far off and to him who is near,” says Yahweh; “and I will heal them.”
But solid food is for those who are full grown, who by reason of use have their senses exercised to discern good and evil.
Now the eyes of Israel were dim for age, so that he couldn’t see well. Joseph brought them near to him; and he kissed them, and embraced them.
Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise. Give thanks to him, and bless his name.
The law of your mouth is better to me than thousands of pieces of gold and silver.
How sweet are your promises to my taste, more than honey to my mouth!
Accept, I beg you, the willing offerings of my mouth. Yahweh, teach me your ordinances.
Therefore I love your commandments more than gold, yes, more than pure gold.
to deliver you from the strange woman, even from the foreigner who flatters with her words,
With persuasive words, she led him astray. With the flattering of her lips, she seduced him.
Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured out, therefore the virgins love you.
I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
It shall happen, that because of the abundance of milk which they shall give he shall eat butter; for everyone will eat butter and honey that is left within the land.
But I will sacrifice to you with the voice of thanksgiving. I will pay that which I have vowed. Salvation belongs to Yahweh.”
giving thanks always concerning all things in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, to God, even the Father;
By faith, Isaac blessed Jacob and Esau, even concerning things to come.
Therefore, receiving a Kingdom that can’t be shaken, let’s have grace, through which we serve God acceptably, with reverence and awe,
He came near, and kissed him. He smelled the smell of his clothing, and blessed him, and said, “Behold, the smell of my son is as the smell of a field which Yahweh has blessed.
If he offers it for a thanksgiving, then he shall offer with the sacrifice of thanksgiving unleavened cakes mixed with oil, and unleavened wafers anointed with oil, and cakes mixed with oil.
Behold, when we come into the land, tie this line of scarlet thread in the window which you used to let us down. Gather to yourself into the house your father, your mother, your brothers, and all your father’s household.
Moreover the king made a great throne of ivory, and overlaid it with the finest gold.
His mouth was smooth as butter, but his heart was war. His words were softer than oil, yet they were drawn swords.
For they are life to those who find them, and health to their whole body.
to keep you from the immoral woman, from the flattery of the wayward wife’s tongue.
I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
“Come, eat some of my bread, Drink some of the wine which I have mixed!
The mouth of the righteous produces wisdom, but the perverse tongue will be cut off.
Anxiety in a man’s heart weighs it down, but a kind word makes it glad.
A gentle tongue is a tree of life, but deceit in it crushes the spirit.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for your love is better than wine.
Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.
My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!
I will bring these to my holy mountain, and make them joyful in my house of prayer. Their burnt offerings and their sacrifices will be accepted on my altar; for my house will be called a house of prayer for all peoples.”
He said to me, “Son of man, cause your belly to eat, and fill your bowels with this scroll that I give you.” Then I ate it; and it was as sweet as honey in my mouth.
He said to them, “Therefore every scribe who has been made a disciple in the Kingdom of Heaven is like a man who is a householder, who brings out of his treasure new and old things.”
Let your speech always be with grace, seasoned with salt, that you may know how you ought to answer each one.
Therefore he is also able to save to the uttermost those who draw near to God through him, seeing that he lives forever to make intercession for them.
Isaac sowed in that land, and reaped in the same year one hundred times what he planted. Yahweh blessed him.
and of cassia five hundred, according to the shekel of the sanctuary; and a hin of olive oil.
He spoke of trees, from the cedar that is in Lebanon even to the hyssop that grows out of the wall; he also spoke of animals, of birds, of creeping things, and of fish.
I haven’t gone back from the commandment of his lips. I have treasured up the words of his mouth more than my necessary food.
After my words they didn’t speak again. My speech fell on them.
You drench its furrows. You level its ridges. You soften it with showers. You bless it with a crop.
It will be health to your body, and nourishment to your bones.
My fruit is better than gold, yes, than fine gold, my yield than choice silver.
There is one who speaks rashly like the piercing of a sword, but the tongue of the wise heals.
Joy comes to a man with the reply of his mouth. How good is a word at the right time!
Yahweh detests the thoughts of the wicked, but the thoughts of the pure are pleasing.
How much better it is to get wisdom than gold! Yes, to get understanding is to be chosen rather than silver.
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give out their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.”
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
Awake, north wind, and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.
I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.
so he will cleanse many nations. Kings will shut their mouths at him; for they will see that which had not been told them, and they will understand that which they had not heard.
For as the earth produces its bud, and as the garden causes the things that are sown in it to spring up, so the Lord Yahweh will cause righteousness and praise to spring up before all the nations.
“Son of man, set your face toward the south, and preach toward the south, and prophesy against the forest of the field in the South.
You offspring of vipers, how can you, being evil, speak good things? For out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks.
No one was able to answer him a word, neither did any man dare ask him any more questions from that day forward.
But the tax collector, standing far away, wouldn’t even lift up his eyes to heaven, but beat his breast, saying, ‘God, be merciful to me, a sinner!’
He who has the bride is the bridegroom; but the friend of the bridegroom, who stands and hears him, rejoices greatly because of the bridegroom’s voice. This, my joy, therefore is made full.
Nicodemus, who at first came to Jesus by night, also came bringing a mixture of myrrh and aloes, about a hundred Roman pounds.
Let no corrupt speech proceed out of your mouth, but only what is good for building others up as the need may be, that it may give grace to those who hear.
For the land which has drunk the rain that comes often on it and produces a crop suitable for them for whose sake it is also tilled, receives blessing from God;
They are more to be desired than gold, yes, than much fine gold, sweeter also than honey and the extract of the honeycomb.
All your garments smell like myrrh, aloes, and cassia. Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made you glad.
that you may maintain discretion, that your lips may preserve knowledge.
For the lips of an adulteress drip honey. Her mouth is smoother than oil,
The lips of the wise spread knowledge; not so with the heart of fools.
Pleasant words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.
My son, eat honey, for it is good, the droppings of the honeycomb, which are sweet to your taste;
She opens her mouth with wisdom. Kind instruction is on her tongue.
Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
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!
His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
He shall eat butter and honey when he knows to refuse the evil and choose the good.
Take words with you, and return to Yahweh. Tell him, “Forgive all our sins, and accept that which is good: so we offer our lips like bulls.
Through him, then, let’s offer up a sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of lips which proclaim allegiance to his name.