Как кисть кипера, возлюбленный мой у меня в виноградниках Енгедских.
My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh that lies between my breasts.
“My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrh Which lies all night between my breasts.
My lover is like a sachet of myrrh lying between my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, That lies all night between my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts.