⁸ Myrrh and aloes, cassia! all thy garments, Out of palaces of ivory Stringed instruments have made thee glad.

³ For fragrance `are' thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out -- thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!

¹⁴ and to God `are' thanks, who at all times is leading us in triumph in the Christ, and the fragrance of His knowledge He is manifesting through us in every place,

¹⁵ because of Christ a sweet fragrance we are to God, in those being saved, and in those being lost;

¹⁶ to the one, indeed, a fragrance of death to death, and to the other, a fragrance of life to life; and for these things who is sufficient?

³⁹ and Nicodemus also came -- who came unto Jesus by night at the first -- bearing a mixture of myrrh and aloes, as it were, a hundred pounds.

⁶ Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense.

¹¹ and having come to the house, they found the child with Mary his mother, and having fallen down they bowed to him, and having opened their treasures, they presented to him gifts, gold, and frankincense, and myrrh,

² looking to the author and perfecter of faith -- Jesus, who, over-against the joy set before him -- did endure a cross, shame having despised, on the right hand also of the throne of God did sit down;

² in the house of my Father are many mansions; and if not, I would have told you; I go on to prepare a place for you;

¹⁵ And I have smitten the winter-house with the summer-house, And perished have houses of ivory, And consumed have been many houses, An affirmation of Jehovah!

¹³ His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips `are' lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,

⁵ I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.

¹ I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!

¹³ Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,

¹⁴ Cypresses with nard -- nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.

⁶ Who `is' this coming up from the wilderness, Like palm-trees of smoke, Perfumed `with' myrrh and frankincense, From every powder of the merchant?

¹³ A bundle of myrrh `is' my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.

⁴ Praise Him with timbrel and dance, Praise Him with stringed instruments and organ.

¹⁵ They are brought with joy and gladness, They come into the palace of the king.

¹¹ Thou causest me to know the path of life; Fulness of joys `is' with Thy presence, Pleasant things by Thy right hand for ever!

³⁹ And the rest of the matters of Ahab, and all that he did, and the house of ivory that he built, and all the cities that he built, are they not written on the book of the Chronicles of the kings of Israel?

²³ `And thou, take to thyself principal spices, wild honey five hundred `shekels'; and spice-cinnamon, the half of that, two hundred and fifty; and spice-cane two hundred and fifty;

²⁴ and cassia five hundred, by the shekel of the sanctuary, and olive oil a hin;