Sng Song of Solomon, chapter Song of Solomon, chapter 7
Cantico dei Cantici 7:13 in diverse traduzioni
Inglese
KJV (66 books)
The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
ASV
The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
BSB
The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.
DRA
The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.
FBV
The mandrakes give off their fragrant scent; we are surrounded by all kinds of delights, new as well as old, which I have saved up for you, my love.
GNV
The mandrakes haue giuen a smelll, and in our gates are all sweete things, new and olde: my welbeloued, I haue kept them for thee.
LSV
The mandrakes have given fragrance, || And at our openings all pleasant things, || New, indeed, old, my beloved, I laid up for you!
NASB
“The mandrakes have given forth fragrance; And over our doors are all delicious fruits, New as well as old, Which I have saved for you, my beloved. NASB 2020
NIV (US)
The mandrakes send out their fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, both new and old, that I have stored up for you, my beloved.
OJB [7:14]
The mandrakes send out their fragrance, and at our doors are all manner of pleasant fruits, chadashim (new ones) and yeshanim (old ones), which I have stored up and kept for thee, O dodi (my beloved).
T4T
The mandrakes/love-apples are producing a fragrant odor, and we are surrounded by delightful pleasures [MET, EUP], new ones and old ones, pleasures that I have been saving to give to you, who love me.
WEB (US)
The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.
Italiano
Diodati
Le mandragole rendono odore, E in su gli usci nostri vi son delizie d'ogni sorta, E nuove, e vecchie, Le quali io ti ho riposte, amico mio.