Lexicon :: Strong's G759 - arōma

Hezekiah listened to the letters and showed the envoys his whole treasure house ​— ​the silver, the gold, the spices, and the precious oil ​— ​and his armory, and everything that was found in his treasuries. There was nothing in his palace and in all his realm that Hezekiah did not show them.

Others were put in charge of the furnishings and all the utensils of the sanctuary, as well as the fine flour, wine, oil, incense, and spices.

The queen of Sheba heard of Solomon’s fame, so she came to test Solomon with difficult questions at Jerusalem with a very large entourage, with camels bearing spices, gold in abundance, and precious stones. She came to Solomon and spoke with him about everything that was on her mind.

Then she gave the king four and a half tons[fn] of gold, a great quantity of spices, and precious stones. There never were such spices as those the queen of Sheba gave to King Solomon.

He was buried in his own tomb that he had made for himself in the city of David. They laid him out in a coffin that was full of spices and various mixtures of prepared ointments; then they made a great fire in his honor.

Hezekiah had abundant riches and glory, and he made himself treasuries for silver, gold, precious stones, spices, shields, and every desirable item.

During the year before each young woman’s turn to go to King Ahasuerus, the harem regulation required her to receive beauty treatments with oil of myrrh for six months and then with perfumes and cosmetics for another six months.

The fragrance of your perfume is intoxicating;

your name is perfume poured out.

No wonder young women[fn] adore you.

How delightful your caresses are, my sister, my bride.

Your caresses are much better than wine,

and the fragrance of your perfume than any balsam.

Awaken, north wind;

come, south wind.

Blow on my garden,

and spread the fragrance of its spices.

Let my love come to his garden

and eat its choicest fruits.

I have come to my garden ​— ​my sister, my bride.

I gather[fn] my myrrh with my spices.

I eat my honeycomb with my honey.

I drink my wine with my milk.

Eat, friends!

Drink, be intoxicated with caresses![fn]

His cheeks are like beds of spice,

mounds of[fn] perfume.

His lips are lilies,

dripping with flowing myrrh.

My love has gone down to his garden,

to beds of spice,

to feed in the gardens

and gather lilies.

Run away with me,[fn] my love,

and be like a gazelle

or a young stag

on the mountains of spices.