New Revised Standard Version
How sweet is your love, my sister, my bride! how much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!

Contemporary English Version
Your love is sweeter than wine; the smell of your perfume is more fragrant than spices.

New American Bible
How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride, How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfumes than any spice!

Douay-Rheims Bible
How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices.

How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices.

love

Songs 1:2 Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee.

how much

Songs 1:2,4 Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee. . . .

the smell

Songs 1:3,12 Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the rightous love thee. . . .

Songs 3:6 Who is she that goeth up by the desert, as a pillar of smoke of aromatical spices, of myrrh, and frankincense, and of all the powders of the perfumer?

Songs 5:5 I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.

2 Corinthians 1:21,22 Now he that confirmeth us with you in Christ and that hath anointed us, is God: . . .

Galatians 5:22 But the fruit of the Spirit is, charity, joy, peace, patience, benignity, goodness, longanimity,

Philippians 4:18 But I have all and abound: I am filled, having received from Epaphroditus the things you sent, an odour of sweetness, an acceptable sacrifice, pleasing to God.

Revelation 5:8 And when he had opened the book, the four living creatures and the four and twenty ancients fell down before the Lamb, having every one of them harps and golden vials full of odours, which are the prayers of saints.