My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh that lies between my breasts.

我以我的良人为一袋没药，常在我怀中。

我的良人好像一袋没药，在我胸怀中。

我的良人好像一袋没药，在我胸怀中。

我的良人靠在我怀中，如同一袋没药。

我以我的良人为一袋没药，挂在我的胸怀之中。

我以我的良人為一袋沒藥，常在我懷中。

我的良人好像一袋沒藥，在我胸懷中。

我的良人好像一袋沒藥，在我胸懷中。

我的良人靠在我懷中，如同一袋沒藥。

我以我的良人為一袋沒藥，掛在我的胸懷之中。

我以我的愛人為一口袋沒藥，晝夜不離地在我胸懷間。

我所愛者如沒藥囊、恆在我懷、

夫子我所敬愛、視若沒藥一緘、古伯花一簇、自隱其底之園而至、必使終夕、寢於我側。

我所親愛者、我視如沒藥香囊、恆在我懷中、

My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.

The one who loves me is like a small bag of myrrh resting between my breasts.

My lover is like a sachet of myrrh lying between my breasts.

The one I love is a sachet of myrrh to me, spending the night between my breasts.

My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrh Which lies all night between my breasts.

A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, That lies all night between my breasts.

My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.

My love is a sachet of myrrh to me, spending the night between my breasts.

A bundle of myrrh[ is] my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

My beloved is like a fragrant pouch of myrrh spending the night between my breasts.

My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.

Nicodemus also, who earlier had come to Jesus by night, came bringing a mixture of myrrh and aloes, about seventy-five pounds in weight.

your robes are all fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia. From ivory palaces stringed instruments make you glad;

Then their father Israel said to them,“ If it must be so, then do this: take some of the choice fruits of the land in your bags, and carry a present down to the man, a little balm and a little honey, gum, myrrh, pistachio nuts, and almonds.

I came to my garden, my sister, my bride, I gathered my myrrh with my spice, I ate my honeycomb with my honey, I drank my wine with my milk. Eat, friends, drink, and be drunk with love!

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or the does of the field, that you not stir up or awaken love until it pleases.

His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me!I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up or awaken love until it pleases.

Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go away to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.

I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the bolt.

so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith— that you, being rooted and grounded in love,

His cheeks are like beds of spices, mounds of sweet-smelling herbs. His lips are lilies, dripping liquid myrrh.

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or the does of the field, that you not stir up or awaken love until it pleases.

nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all choice spices—