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

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( who had previously come to him at night) also came, bringing a mixture of about seventy-five pounds of myrrh and aloes.

Myrrh, aloes, and cassia perfume all your garments; from ivory palaces harps bring you joy.

Then their father Israel said to them,“ If it must be so, then do this: Put some of the best products of the land in your packs and take them down to the man as a gift— a little balsam and a little honey, aromatic gum and resin, pistachios and almonds.

I have come to my garden— my sister, my bride. I gather my myrrh with my spices. I eat my honeycomb with my honey. I drink my wine with my milk. Eat, friends! Drink, be intoxicated with caresses!

Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and the wild does of the field, do not stir up or awaken love until the appropriate time.

May his left hand be under my head, and his right arm embrace me.Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you, do not stir up or awaken love until the appropriate time.

Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.

I rose to open for my love. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.

and that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. I pray that you, being rooted and firmly established in love,

His cheeks are like beds of spice, mounds of perfume. His lips are lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.

Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and the wild does of the field, do not stir up or awaken love until the appropriate time.

nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices.