Song of Solomon 2:11; Song of Solomon 3:4; Song of Solomon 5:5-6; Song of Solomon 5:13
For, lo, the winter is past , the rain is over and gone ;
It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth : I held him, and would not let him go , until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
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I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone : my soul failed when he spake : I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer .
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.