KJV:
For a dream cometh through the multitude of business; and a fool's voice is known by multitude of words.
NASB:
For the dream comes through much effort and the voice of a fool through many words.
KJV:
Suffer not thy mouth to cause thy flesh to sin; neither say thou before the angel, that it was an error: wherefore should God be angry at thy voice, and destroy the work of thine hands?
NASB:
Do not let your speech cause you to sin and do not say in the presence of the messenger of God that it was a mistake. Why should God be angry on account of your voice and destroy the work of your hands?
KJV:
For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool: this also is vanity.
NASB:
For as the crackling of thorn bushes under a pot, So is the laughter of the fool; And this too is futility.
KJV:
Curse not the king, no not in thy thought; and curse not the rich in thy bedchamber: for a bird of the air shall carry the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter.
NASB:
Furthermore, in your bedchamber do not curse a king, and in your sleeping rooms do not curse a rich man, for a bird of the heavens will carry the sound and the winged creature will make the matter known.
KJV:
And the doors shall be shut in the streets, when the sound of the grinding is low, and he shall rise up at the voice of the bird, and all the daughters of musick shall be brought low;
NASB:
and the doors on the street are shut as the sound of the grinding mill is low, and one will arise at the sound of the bird, and all the daughters of song will sing softly.
KJV:
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
NASB:
"Listen! My beloved! Behold, he is coming, Climbing on the mountains, Leaping on the hills!
KJV:
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
NASB:
The flowers have already appeared in the land; The time has arrived for pruning the vines, And the voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.
KJV:
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
NASB:
"O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the secret place of the steep pathway, Let me see your form, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, And your form is lovely."