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Song of Solomon 1:13 - Revised Version 1885

13 My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

13 A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; He shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

13 My beloved [shepherd] is to me like a [scent] bag of myrrh that lies in my bosom.

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American Standard Version (1901)

13 My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.

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Common English Bible

13 A sachet of myrrh is my love to me, lying all night between my breasts.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

13 O my love, I have compared you to my company of horsemen against the chariots of Pharaoh.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

13 A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.

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Song of Solomon 1:13
14 Tagairtí Cros  

And their father Israel said unto them, If it be so now, do this; take of the choice fruits of the land in your vessels, and carry down the man a present, a little balm, and a little honey, spicery and myrrh, nuts, and almonds:


All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia; Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made thee glad.


I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, and by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awaken love, until it please.


I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, and by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awaken love, Until it please.


Who is this that cometh up out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant?


Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.


Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious fruits.


Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.


I am come into my garden, my sister, my 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, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.


His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as banks of sweet herbs: His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.


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


And there came also Nicodemus, he who at the first came to him by night, bringing a mixture of myrrh and aloes, about a hundred pounds weight.


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


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