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Song of Solomon 1:13 - Tree of Life Version

13 My lover is my pouch of myrrh, passing the night between 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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Song of Solomon 1:13
14 Tagairtí Cros  

Then their father Israel said to them, “If it must be so, then do this: take some of the best products of the land in your bags, and bring an offering down to the man—a little balsam and a little honey, gum and myrrh, pistachios and almonds.


You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness. Therefore, God, your God, anointed you with the oil of gladness above your companions.


Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you, by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until it delights.


Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you, by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until it delights.


Who is this—she who is coming up from the wilderness like columns of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with every powder of the merchant?


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


Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, Let its fragrance spread out. Let my lover come into his garden and eat its choicest fruit.


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


I have 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, yes, drink your fill, O lovers!


His cheeks are like a bed of spice, towers of sweet-scented perfume. His lips are lilies, dripping with liquid myrrh.


I rose to open for my lover. My hands dripped with myrrh, yes, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the lock.


Nicodemus, who had first visited Yeshua at night, also came bringing a mixture of myrrh and aloes, about a hundred pounds.


so that Messiah may dwell in your hearts through faith. I pray that you, being rooted and grounded in love,


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