Take me with you! Let's run away! Let the king bring me into his private chambers. The daughters of Jerusalem will rejoice and be happy for you. We will value your love more than wine. They love you appropriately.

My darling, I compare you to a mare among Pharaoh's chariots.

My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrh that lies between my breasts all night.

What is this coming up from the desert like columns of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and incense from all the fragrant powders of the merchant?

Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I'll go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, along with myrrh and aloes, and all the finest spices.

I've come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I've gathered my myrrh with my spices. I've eaten my honeycomb with my honey. I've drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, friends! Drink and become drunk with love.

I got up to open the door, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handle of the lock.

His cheeks are like beds of spices, like towers of perfume. His lips are lilies, dripping with liquid myrrh.