Discovery Box| (1.0005982735724) | Sos 5:13 |
| His cheeks are like garden beds full of balsam trees 1 yielding 2 perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with drops of myrrh. |
| (1.0005982735724) | Sos 6:2 |
| The Beloved to the Maidens: My beloved has gone down to his garden, 1 to the flowerbeds of balsam spices, 2 to graze 3 in the gardens, and to gather lilies. 4 |
| (1.0005982735724) | Sos 8:14 |
| The Beloved to Her Lover: Make haste, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices. |
| (0.96401015936255) | Sos 4:10 |
| How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine; the fragrance of your perfume is better than any spice! |
| (0.96401015936255) | Sos 4:14 |
| nard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon with every kind of spice, myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices. 1 |
| (0.96401015936255) | Sos 4:16 |
| The Beloved to Her Lover: Awake, O north wind; come, O south wind! Blow on my garden so that its fragrant spices may send out their sweet smell. 1 May my beloved come into his garden and eat its delightful fruit! |
| (0.92742204515272) | Sos 5:1 |
| The Lover to His Beloved: I have entered my garden, O my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my balsam spice. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk! The Poet to the Couple: 1 Eat, friends, and drink! 2 Drink freely, O lovers! |
