My lover is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts

Song of Songs

Lover

I liken you, my darling, to a mare

harnessed to one of the chariots of Pharaoh.

Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings,

your neck with strings of jewels.

We will make you earrings of gold,

studded with silver.

Beloved

While the king was at his table,
my perfume spread its fragrance.

My lover is to me a sachet of myrrh
resting between my breasts.

My lover is to me a cluster of henna blossoms
from the vineyards of En Gedi.

Lover

How beautiful you are, my darling!
Oh, how beautiful!
Your eyes are doves.

Beloved

How handsome you are, my lover!
Oh, how charming!
And our bed is verdant.

Lover

The beams of our house are cedars;
our rafters are firs.

Shir Hashirim 1:9-17

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