Song of Songs 1:13

Young's Literal Translation (1862/1898)

A bundle of myrrh `is' my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.

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Referenced Verses

  • Ps 45:8 : 8 Myrrh and aloes, cassia! all thy garments, Out of palaces of ivory Stringed instruments have made thee glad.
  • John 19:39 : 39 and Nicodemus also came -- who came unto Jesus by night at the first -- bearing a mixture of myrrh and aloes, as it were, a hundred pounds.
  • Eph 3:17 : 17 that the Christ may dwell through the faith in your hearts, in love having been rooted and founded,
  • Gen 43:11 : 11 And Israel their father saith unto them, `If so, now, this do: take of the praised thing of the land in your vessels, and take down to the man a present, a little balm, and a little honey, spices and myrrh, nuts and almonds;
  • Song 2:7 : 7 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!
  • Song 3:5 : 5 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!
  • Song 4:6 : 6 Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense.
  • Song 4:14 : 14 Cypresses with nard -- nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.
  • Song 5:1 : 1 I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!
  • Song 5:5 : 5 I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
  • Song 5:13 : 13 His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips `are' lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,
  • Song 8:3-4 : 3 His left hand `is' under my head, And his right doth embrace me. 4 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • 14 A cluster of cypress `is' my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!

  • 12 While the king `is' in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.

  • Song 4:5-6
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    5 Thy two breasts `are' as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.

    6 Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense.

  • Prov 7:17-18
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    17 I sprinkled my bed -- myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.

    18 Come, we are filled `with' loves till the morning, We delight ourselves in loves.

  • Song 7:9-13
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    9 And thy palate as the good wine --' Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!

    10 I `am' my beloved's, and on me `is' his desire.

    11 Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,

    12 We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;

    13 The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!

  • Song 2:16-17
    2 verses
    79%

    16 My beloved `is' mine, and I `am' his, Who is delighting among the lilies,

    17 Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!

  • Song 3:4-6
    3 verses
    79%

    4 But a little I passed on from them, Till I found him whom my soul hath loved! I seized him, and let him not go, Till I brought him in unto the house of my mother -- And the chamber of her that conceived me.

    5 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!

    6 Who `is' this coming up from the wilderness, Like palm-trees of smoke, Perfumed `with' myrrh and frankincense, From every powder of the merchant?

  • 13 His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips `are' lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,

  • Song 6:1-3
    3 verses
    78%

    1 Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?

    2 My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

    3 I `am' my beloved's, and my beloved `is' mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

  • 6 His left hand `is' under my head, And his right doth embrace me.

  • Song 5:1-2
    2 verses
    78%

    1 I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!

    2 I am sleeping, but my heart waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! `Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled `with' dew, My locks `with' drops of the night.'

  • Song 8:3-4
    2 verses
    77%

    3 His left hand `is' under my head, And his right doth embrace me.

    4 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!

  • Song 4:9-13
    5 verses
    77%

    9 Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

    10 How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices.

    11 Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk `are' under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments `Is' as the fragrance of Lebanon.

    12 A garden shut up `is' my sister-spouse, A spring shut up -- a fountain sealed.

    13 Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,

  • 16 His mouth is sweetness -- and all of him desirable, This `is' my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!

  • Song 2:8-10
    3 verses
    77%

    8 The voice of my beloved! lo, this -- he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

    9 My beloved `is' like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this -- he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.

    10 My beloved hath answered and said to me, `Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,

  • Song 2:2-3
    2 verses
    76%

    2 So `is' my friend among the daughters!

    3 As a citron among trees of the forest, So `is' my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit `is' sweet to my palate.

  • Song 1:2-4
    3 verses
    76%

    2 Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better `are' thy loves than wine.

    3 For fragrance `are' thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out -- thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!

    4 Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!

  • Song 5:5-6
    2 verses
    76%

    5 I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.

    6 I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew -- he passed on, My soul went forth when he spake, I sought him, and found him not. I called him, and he answered me not.

  • Song 5:9-10
    2 verses
    75%

    9 What `is' thy beloved above `any' beloved, O fair among women? What `is' thy beloved above `any' beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us?

    10 My beloved `is' clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!

  • 7 Declare to me, thou whom my soul hath loved, Where thou delightest, Where thou liest down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks of thy companions?

  • 6 How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.

  • 15 A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!

  • 14 Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!

  • 16 Lo, thou `art' fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch `is' green,

  • 9 To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,

  • 1 On my couch by night, I sought him whom my soul hath loved; I sought him, and I found him not!