The one who loves me is like a small bag of myrrh resting 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.

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.

My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.

Nicodemus went with Joseph. He was the man who had earlier visited Jesus at night. Nicodemus brought some mixed spices that weighed about 75 pounds.

Myrrh and aloes and cassia make all your robes smell good. In palaces decorated with ivory the music played on stringed instruments makes you glad.

Then their father Israel spoke to them. He said,“ If that’s the way it has to be, then do what I tell you. Put some of the best things from our land in your bags. Take them down to the man as a gift. Take some lotion and a little honey. Take some spices and myrrh. Take some pistachio nuts and almonds.

“ My bride, I have come into my garden. My sister, I’ve gathered my myrrh and my spice. I’ve eaten my honeycomb and my honey. I’ve drunk my wine and my milk.”“ Friends, eat and drink. Drink up all the love you want.”

Women of Jerusalem, make me a promise. Let the antelopes and the does serve as witnesses. Don’t stir up love. Don’t wake it up until it’s ready.

Your left arm is under my head. Your right arm is around me.Women of Jerusalem, make me a promise. Don’t stir up love. Don’t wake it up until it’s ready.”

I will go to the mountain of myrrh. I’ll go to the hill of incense. I’ll stay there until the day begins and the shadows fade away.

I got up to open the door for my love. My hands dripped with myrrh. It flowed from my fingers onto the handles of the lock.

Then Christ will live in your hearts because you believe in him. And I pray that your love will have deep roots. I pray that it will have a strong foundation.

His cheeks are like beds of spice giving off perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with myrrh.

Women of Jerusalem, make me a promise. Let the antelopes and the does serve as witnesses. Don’t stir up love. Don’t wake it up until it’s ready.

with nard and saffron, cane and cinnamon. You are like every kind of incense tree. You have myrrh, aloes and all the finest spices.