Catholic Public Domain Version
" My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me. He shall abide between my breasts. "
— Song Of Solomon 1:12, Catholic Public Domain Version
“While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.”
“ While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance. ”
“While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.”
“The Beloved about Her Lover: While the king was at his banqueting table, my nard gave forth its fragrance.”
“A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.”
“While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume.”
“While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.”
Your cheeks are beautiful, like those of a turtledove. Your neck is like a bejeweled collar.
Chorus to Bride: We will fashion for you chains of gold, accented with reddened silver.
Bride to Chorus: While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor.
My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me. He shall abide between my breasts.
My beloved is a cluster of Cyprus grapes to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
Groom to Bride: Behold, you are beautiful, O my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are those of a dove.
Bride to Groom: Behold, you are handsome, O my beloved, and graceful. Our bed is flourishing.