"My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrh Which lies all night between my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; He shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
My beloved [shepherd] is to me like a [scent] bag of myrrh that lies in my bosom.
My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.
A sachet of myrrh is my love to me, lying all night between my breasts.
O my love, I have compared you to my company of horsemen against the chariots of Pharaoh.
