I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

我起来，要给我良人开门。我的两手滴下没药；我的指头有没药汁滴在门闩上。

我起来，要为我的良人开门。我的两手滴下没药，我的指头有没药汁滴在门闩上。

我起来，要为我的良人开门。我的两手滴下没药，我的指头有没药汁滴在门闩上。

就起来为他开门；我的双手滴下没药，甚至门闩也沾了我指头滴下的没药。

我起来，要给我的良人开门；我的两手滴下没药，指头滴下没药，滴在门闩上。

我起來，要給我良人開門。我的兩手滴下沒藥；我的指頭有沒藥汁滴在門閂上。

我起來，要為我的良人開門。我的兩手滴下沒藥，我的指頭有沒藥汁滴在門閂上。

我起來，要為我的良人開門。我的兩手滴下沒藥，我的指頭有沒藥汁滴在門閂上。

就起來為他開門；我的雙手滴下沒藥，甚至門閂也沾了我指頭滴下的沒藥。

我起來，要給我的良人開門；我的兩手滴下沒藥，指頭滴下沒藥，滴在門閂上。

我起來，要給我的愛人開門；我的兩手滴下了沒藥，我的指頭有沒藥汁滴在門閂柄上。

遂起、為所愛者啟門、手滴沒藥、指滴沒藥之汁、沾濡門楗、

起欲啟門、以沒藥盥手、其味馨香、沾染門楗。

起、欲為我良人啟門、我手滴以沒藥、我指滴以沒藥之汁、滴於門楗、

I arose to open for my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the bolt.

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.

I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the bolt.

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.

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

I arose to open to my beloved; And my hands dripped with myrrh, And my fingers with drops of myrrh, On the handles of the bolt.

I arose to open for my beloved, And my hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the lock.

I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands droppeth with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt.

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

I 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.

I arose to open for my beloved; my hands dripped with myrrh– my fingers flowed with myrrh on the handles of the lock.

His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks:“ Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”

Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, then I will come in to him, and will dine with him, and he with me.

that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith, to the end that you, being rooted and grounded in love,

Be like men watching for their lord, when he returns from the wedding feast; that when he comes and knocks, they may immediately open to him.

Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

I now rejoice, not that you were grieved, but that you were grieved to repentance. For you were grieved in a godly way, that you might suffer loss by us in nothing.For godly sorrow produces repentance to salvation, which brings no regret. But the sorrow of the world produces death.For behold, this same thing, that you were grieved in a godly way, what earnest care it worked in you. Yes, what defense, indignation, fear, longing, zeal, and vengeance! In everything you demonstrated yourselves to be pure in the matter.

Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?

and not by his coming only, but also by the comfort with which he was comforted in you while he told us of your longing, your mourning, and your zeal for me, so that I rejoiced still more.