Draw me after you, let us run! May the king bring me into his chambers! Let us be joyful and let us rejoice in you; let us extol your love more than wine. Rightly do they love you!

To a mare among the chariots of Pharaoh, I compare you, my beloved.

My beloved [is] to me {a pouch} of myrrh, he spends the night between my breasts.

What [is] this coming up from the desert like a column of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense from all the fragrant powders of the merchant?

Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of the myrrh, to the hill of the frankincense.

nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon spice with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes with all chief spices.

I have come to my garden, my sister bride, I have gathered my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk! Eat, O friends! {Drink and become drunk [with] love}!

I myself arose to open to my beloved; my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh upon the handles of the bolt.

His cheeks [are] like beds of spice, a tower of fragrances; his lips [are] lilies dripping liquid myrrh.