I rose to open for my love. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.

我起来，要给我良人开门。我的两手滴下没药；我的指头有没药汁滴在门闩上。

我起来，要为我的良人开门。我的两手滴下没药，我的指头有没药汁滴在门闩上。

我起来，要为我的良人开门。我的两手滴下没药，我的指头有没药汁滴在门闩上。

就起来为他开门；我的双手滴下没药，甚至门闩也沾了我指头滴下的没药。

我起来，要给我的良人开门；我的两手滴下没药，指头滴下没药，滴在门闩上。

我起來，要給我良人開門。我的兩手滴下沒藥；我的指頭有沒藥汁滴在門閂上。

我起來，要為我的良人開門。我的兩手滴下沒藥，我的指頭有沒藥汁滴在門閂上。

我起來，要為我的良人開門。我的兩手滴下沒藥，我的指頭有沒藥汁滴在門閂上。

就起來為他開門；我的雙手滴下沒藥，甚至門閂也沾了我指頭滴下的沒藥。

我起來，要給我的良人開門；我的兩手滴下沒藥，指頭滴下沒藥，滴在門閂上。

我起來，要給我的愛人開門；我的兩手滴下了沒藥，我的指頭有沒藥汁滴在門閂柄上。

遂起、為所愛者啟門、手滴沒藥、指滴沒藥之汁、沾濡門楗、

起欲啟門、以沒藥盥手、其味馨香、沾染門楗。

起、欲為我良人啟門、我手滴以沒藥、我指滴以沒藥之汁、滴於門楗、

I arose to open for my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the bolt.

I got up to open the door for my love. My hands dripped with myrrh. It flowed from my fingers onto the handles of the lock.

I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the bolt.

I jumped up to open the door for my love, and my hands dripped with perfume. My fingers dripped with lovely myrrh as I pulled back the bolt.

I rose to open for my love. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.

I arose to open to my beloved; And my hands dripped with myrrh, And my fingers with drops of myrrh, On the handles of the bolt.

I arose to open for my beloved, And my hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the lock.

I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands droppeth with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt.

I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped[ with] myrrh, and my fingers[ with] sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.

I arose to open for my beloved; my hands dripped with myrrh– my fingers flowed with myrrh on the handles of the lock.

I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.

I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My love is knocking! Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect one. For my head is drenched with dew, my hair with droplets of the night.

Listen! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and have dinner with him, and he with Me.

and that the Messiah may dwell in your hearts through faith. I pray that you, being rooted and firmly established in love,

You must be like people waiting for their master to return from the wedding banquet so that when he comes and knocks, they can open the door for him at once.

Your branches are a paradise of pomegranates with choicest fruits, henna with nard—nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices.

Now I rejoice, not because you were grieved, but because your grief led to repentance. For you were grieved as God willed, so that you didn’t experience any loss from us.For godly grief produces a repentance not to be regretted and leading to salvation, but worldly grief produces death.For consider how much diligence this very thing— this grieving as God wills— has produced in you: what a desire to clear yourselves, what indignation, what fear, what deep longing, what zeal, what justice! In every way you showed yourselves to be pure in this matter.

What is this coming up from the wilderness like columns of smoke, scented with myrrh and frankincense from every fragrant powder of the merchant?

and not only by his arrival, but also by the comfort he received from you. He told us about your deep longing, your sorrow, and your zeal for me, so that I rejoiced even more.