KJV:
Yea, thou shalt be as he that lieth down in the midst of the sea, or as he that lieth upon the top of a mast.
NASB:
And you will be like one who lies down in the middle of the sea, Or like one who lies down on the top of a mast.
KJV:
For thou shalt heap coals of fire upon his head, and the LORD shall reward thee.
NASB:
For you will heap burning coals on his head, And the LORD will reward you.
KJV:
The wise man's eyes are in his head; but the fool walketh in darkness: and I myself perceived also that one event happeneth to them all.
NASB:
The wise man's eyes are in his head, but the fool walks in darkness. And yet I know that one fate befalls them both.
KJV:
He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.
NASB:
He has made everything appropriate in its time. He has also set eternity in their heart, yet so that man will not find out the work which God has done from the beginning even to the end.
KJV:
Let thy garments be always white; and let thy head lack no ointment.
NASB:
Let your clothes be white all the time, and let not oil be lacking on your head.
KJV:
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
NASB:
"Let his left hand be under my head And his right hand embrace me."
KJV:
Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
NASB:
"Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, May you come with me from Lebanon. Journey down from the summit of Amana, From the summit of Senir and Hermon, From the dens of lions, From the mountains of leopards.
KJV:
Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
NASB:
Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, With all the trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, along with all the finest spices.
KJV:
I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
NASB:
"I was asleep but my heart was awake. A voice! My beloved was knocking: 'Open to me, my sister, my darling, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the damp of the night.'