My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrh Which lies all night between my breasts.

Solomon’s Wedding Day

The Bride

“What is this coming up from the wilderness Like columns of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all the scented powders of the merchant?

All of them are wielders of the sword, Expert in war; Each man has his sword at his side, Guarding against the terrors of the night.

Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep Which have come up from their watering place, All of which bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young.

Your neck is like the tower of David, Built with layers of stones On which are hung a thousand shields, All the round shields of the warriors.

How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much sweeter is your love than wine, And the fragrance of your oils Than that of all kinds of balsam oils!

Nard and saffron, spice reed and cinnamon, With all the trees of frankincense, Myrrh, and aloes, along with all the finest balsam oils.

Your teeth are like a flock of ewes That have come up from their watering place, All of which bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young.

How beautiful and how delightful you are, My love, with all your delights!

The mandrakes have given forth fragrance; And over our doors are all delicious fruits, New as well as old, Which I have saved for you, my beloved.

Many waters cannot quench love, Nor will rivers flood over it; If a man were to give all the riches of his house for love, It would be utterly despised.”