A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.

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

They all hold swords, being expert in war; every man hath his sword upon his thigh, because of fear in the night.

Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armory, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! How much better is thy love than wine, and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices”

The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.”

“Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it; if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.”