'Flowing' in the Bible

I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.

His head is pure gold -- fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,

His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips are lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,

And thy palate as the good wine -- 'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!