Song of Songs 1:13
A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
for a bodell of Myrre (o my beloued) lyeth betwixte my brestes.
My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts.
a bundell of myrre is my loue vnto me, he wyll lye betwixt my brestes:
A bundle of myrrh [is] my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, That lies between my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh `is' my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.
My beloved is unto me `as' a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.
My beloved is unto me [as] a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.
As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts.
My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.
My beloved is like a fragrant pouch of myrrh spending the night between my breasts.
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14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms in the vineyards of Engedi.
12While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth its fragrance.
5Your two breasts are like two young deer that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
17I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
18Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning; let us delight ourselves with love.
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.
16My beloved is mine, and I am his; he feeds among the lilies.
17Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer upon the mountains of Bether.
4It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loves: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her who conceived me.
5I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, that you do not stir up nor awaken my love until he pleases.
6Who is this coming out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the powders of the merchant?
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.
1Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned aside? That we may seek him with you.
2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies.
6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
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.
3His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand would embrace me.
4I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not stir up or awaken my love until he pleases.
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,
16His mouth is most sweet: yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
8The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.
10My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.'
2As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3As the apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
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.
4Draw me, we will run after you; the king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine; the upright love you.
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.
6I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul failed when he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
9What is your beloved more than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you so charge us?
10My beloved is white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand.
7Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon. Why should I be like one who turns aside by the flocks of your companions?
6How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights!
15A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
14Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
16Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant. Also, our bed is green.
9I have compared you, my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
1By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I did not find him.