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 beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh that lies 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.

Nicodemus, who at first came to Jesus by night, also came bringing a mixture of myrrh and aloes, about a hundred Roman pounds.

All your garments smell like myrrh, aloes, and cassia. Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made you glad.

Their father, Israel, said to them,“ If it must be so, then do this: Take from the choice fruits of the land in your bags, and carry down a present for the man, a little balm, a little honey, spices and myrrh, nuts, and almonds;

I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.

I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

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

I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith, to the end that you, being rooted and grounded in love,

His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up nor awaken love, until it so desires.

spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,