My lover is like a sachet of myrrh lying 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.

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.

With him came Nicodemus, the man who had come to Jesus at night. He brought about seventy five pounds of perfumed ointment made from myrrh and aloes.

Myrrh, aloes, and cassia perfume your robes. In ivory palaces the music of strings entertains you.

So their father, Jacob, finally said to them,“ If it can’t be avoided, then at least do this. Pack your bags with the best products of this land. Take them down to the man as gifts— balm, honey, gum, aromatic resin, pistachio nuts, and almonds.

I have entered my garden, my treasure, my bride! I gather myrrh with my spices and eat honeycomb with my honey. I drink wine with my milk. Oh, lover and beloved, eat and drink! Yes, drink deeply of your love!

Promise me, O women of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and wild deer, not to awaken love until the time is right.

Your left arm would be under my head, and your right arm would embrace me.Promise me, O women of Jerusalem, not to awaken love until the time is right.

Before the dawn breezes blow and the night shadows flee, I will hurry to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

I jumped up to open the door for my love, and my hands dripped with perfume. My fingers dripped with lovely myrrh as I pulled back the bolt.

Then Christ will make his home in your hearts as you trust in him. Your roots will grow down into God’s love and keep you strong.

His cheeks are like gardens of spices giving off fragrance. His lips are like lilies, perfumed with myrrh.

Promise me, O women of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and wild deer, not to awaken love until the time is right.

nard and saffron, fragrant calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes, and every other lovely spice.