Proverbs 7:17
I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
'I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.'
I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
My bed haue I made to smell of Myrre, Aloes and Cynamom.
I haue perfumed my bedde with myrrhe, aloes, and cynamom.
My bed haue I made to smell of Myrre, Aloes, and Cinamon.
I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
I sprinkled my bed -- myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
I have perfumed my bed With myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
I have perfumed my bed With myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
I have made my bed sweet with perfumes and spices.
I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
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15So I came out to meet you, diligently to seek your face, and I have found you.
16I have decked my bed with coverings of tapestry, with carved works, with fine linen of Egypt.
9You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
10How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is your love than wine! and the fragrance of your ointments than all spices!
11Your lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
14Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
15A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
16Awake, O north wind; and come, O south; blow upon my garden, that the spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
18Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning; let us delight ourselves with love.
12While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth its fragrance.
13A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms in the vineyards of Engedi.
6Who is this coming out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the powders of the merchant?
7Behold his bed, which is Solomon's; sixty valiant men are around it, of the valiant of Israel.
41And sat upon a stately bed, and a table prepared before it, upon which you set my incense and my oil.
6How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights!
7This stature of yours is like a palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
8I said, I will climb the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches. Now let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of your breath like apples;
9And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, flowing gently, causing the lips of those who are asleep to speak.
10I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me.
11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12Let us rise early to the vineyards, let us see if the vine has flourished, if the tender grapes appear, and the pomegranates blossom. There I will give you my love.
13The mandrakes give off a fragrance, and at our gates are all kinds of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.
6Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
8All your garments smell of myrrh, aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, by which they have made you glad.
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.
1I have come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: 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, O friends; drink, yes, drink abundantly, O beloved.
2I sleep, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, 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.
3I have taken off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
13When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint,'
5I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet-smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
16Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant. Also, our bed is green.
17The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine.
3Because of the fragrance of your good ointments, your name is like ointment poured out; therefore, the maidens love you.
23Take also for yourself principal spices, of pure myrrh five hundred shekels, and of sweet cinnamon half as much, two hundred and fifty shekels, and of sweet cane two hundred and fifty shekels,
8Behind the doors and the posts you have set up your remembrance; for you have revealed yourself to another than me, and are gone up; you have enlarged your bed and made a covenant with them; you loved their bed where you saw it.
4He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me was love.
5Sustain me with raisins, comfort me with apples, for I am sick with love.
6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
18And took your embroidered garments, and covered them; and you have set my oil and my incense before them.
2I would lead you and bring you into my mother's house, who would teach me: I would cause you to drink of spiced wine from the juice of my pomegranate.
3His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand would embrace me.
14Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
1By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I did not find him.
6Oil for the light, spices for anointing oil, and for sweet incense,
10He made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its covering of purple, its midst being paved with love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.