Song of Solomon 5:4-10 in English

⁴ My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, And my heart was moved for him.

⁵ I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt.

⁶ I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

⁷ The watchmen that go about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.

⁸ I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.

⁹ What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, That thou dost so adjure us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.

⁴ My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, and my belly was moved for him.

⁵ I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

⁶ I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.

⁷ The watchmen that go their rounds in the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁸ I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him? That I am wounded with love.

⁹ What is thy kinsman more than another kinsman, O thou beautiful among women? what is thy kinsman more than another kinsman, that thou hast so charged us?

¹⁰ My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.

⁴ My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

⁵ 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.

⁶ I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

⁷ The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁸ I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.

⁹ What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.

⁴ My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

⁵ 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.

⁶ 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.

⁷ The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁸ I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.

⁹ What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.

⁴ My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, and my belly moved for him.

⁵ I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

⁶ I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.

⁷ The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁸ I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if you° should find my kinsman, what are you° to say to him? That I am wounded with love.

⁹ What is your kinsman more than another kinsman, O you beautiful among women? what is your kinsman more than another kinsman, that you have so charged us?

¹⁰ My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.

⁴ My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for him.

⁵ I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.

⁶ I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

⁷ The watchmen that go about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.

⁸ I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.

⁹ What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so adjure us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.

⁴ The one who loves me put his hand through the opening in the wall, and I was thrilled that he was there.

⁵ I got up to open the door for the one who loves me, but first I put a lot of myrrh on my hands. The myrrh was dripping from my fingers while I unlatched the bolt.

⁶ I opened the door for the man who loves me, but he had left. He had turned away and was gone! I was very disappointed IDM; I searched for him, but I could not find him. I called him, but he did not answer.

⁷ The city watchmen saw me while they were walking around the city. They beat me and wounded me because they thought I must be a prostitute; those men who were guarding the city walls took my robe.

⁸ You young women of Jerusalem, I plead with you, if you see the man who loves me, tell him DOU that I am very disappointed that we did not make love.

⁹ You who are the ◄fairest/most beautiful► among women, why do you think that the one who loves you is better than other men? In what way is the man who loves you better than other men with the result that you ask us to tell him that?

¹⁰ The man who loves me is handsome and healthy, ◄outstanding among/better than► ◄ten thousand/an uncountable number of► other men.

⁴ My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, and my belly moved for him.

⁵ I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

⁶ I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.

⁷ The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁸ I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if you° should find my kinsman, what are you° to say to him? That I am wounded with love.

⁹ What is your kinsman more than another kinsman, O you beautiful amongst women? what is your kinsman more than another kinsman, that you have so charged us?

¹⁰ My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.

⁴ My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.

⁵ I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

⁶ I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.

⁷ The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

⁸ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.

⁹ How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.

⁴ My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.

⁵ I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

⁶ I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.

⁷ The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

⁸ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.

⁹ How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.

⁴ My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.

⁵ I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

⁶ I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.

⁷ The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

⁸ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.

⁹ How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest amongst women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy. The best amongst ten thousand.

⁴ My loved one put his hand on the door, and my heart was moved for him.

⁵ I got up to let my loved one in; and my hands were dropping with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the lock of the door.

⁶ I made the door open to my loved one; but my loved one had taken himself away, and was gone, my soul was feeble when his back was turned on me; I went after him, but I did not come near him; I said his name, but he gave me no answer.

⁷ The keepers who go about the town overtook me; they gave me blows and wounds; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁸ I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you see my loved one, what will you say to him? That I am overcome with love.

⁹ What is your loved one more than another, O fairest among women? What is your loved one more than another, that you say this to us?

¹⁰ My loved one is white and red, the chief among ten thousand.

⁴ My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door; And my bowels yearned for him.

⁵ I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the lock.

⁶ I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

⁷ The watchmen that went about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁸ I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ...What will ye tell him? — That I am sick of love.

⁹ What is thy beloved more than another beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, That thou dost so charge us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.

⁴ My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.

⁵ I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.

⁶ I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and found him not: I called, and he did not answer me.

⁷ The keepers that go about the city found me: they struck me: and wounded me: the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁸ I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.

⁹ What manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, O thou most beautiful among women? what manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, that thou hast so adjured us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.

⁴ My love thrust his hand into the opening. Deep inside I longed for him.

⁵ I got up to let my love in. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, as I grabbed the handles of the bolt.

⁶ I opened up to my love, but he had left—he was gone! I was crushed as a result. I looked for him but I couldn't find him. I called him but he didn't answer.

⁷ The watchmen found me as they went through the city. They beat me, they hurt me, and stole my cloak, those watchmen of the walls.

⁸ Women of Jerusalem, promise me if you find my love and wonder what you should tell him, tell him I am weak with love.

⁹ Why is the one you love better than any other, most beautiful of women? In what way is the one you love better than any other that we should promise you that?

¹⁰ My love has dazzling good looks and is very fit—better than ten thousand others!

⁴ My welbeloued put in his hand by the hole of the doore, and mine heart was affectioned toward him.

⁵ I rose vp to open to my welbeloued, and mine hands did drop downe myrrhe, and my fingers pure myrrhe vpon the handels of the barre.

⁶ I opened to my welbeloued: but my welbeloued was gone, and past: mine heart was gone when hee did speake: I sought him, but I coulde not finde him: I called him, but hee answered mee not.

⁷ The watchmen that went about the citie, founde me: they smote me and wounded me: the watchmen of the walles tooke away my vaile from me.

⁸ I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, if you finde my welbeloued, that you tell him that I am sicke of loue.

⁹ O the fairest among women, what is thy welbeloued more then other welbeloued? what is thy welbeloued more then another louer, that thou doest so charge vs?

¹⁰ My welbeloued is white and ruddie, the chiefest of ten thousand.

⁴ My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for him.

⁵ I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the bar.

⁶ I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had turned away, and was gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

⁷ The watchmen that go about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.

⁸ 'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? that I am love-sick.'

⁹ 'What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so adjure us?'

¹⁰ 'My beloved is white and ruddy, pre-eminent above ten thousand.

⁴ My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, And my bowels were moved for him.

⁵ 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.

⁶ 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.

⁷ The watchmen that went about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my vail from me.

⁸ I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, That I am sick of love.

⁹ What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.

⁴ My friend stretched forth his hand through the opening, and my inmost parts were moved for him.

⁵ I rose up myself to open for my friend; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with fluid myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.

⁶ I indeed opened for my beloved; but my beloved had vanished, and was gone: my soul had failed me while he was speaking; I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he answered me not.

⁷ Then found me the watchmen that walked about the city; they smote me, they wounded me: they took away my vail from me, they that watched the walls.

⁸ I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? that I am sick of love.—

⁹ What is thy friend more than another's friend, O thou fairest of women? what is thy friend more than another's friend, that thus thou adjurest us?—

¹⁰ My friend is white and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand.

⁴ My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, And my belly was moved for him.

⁵ I rose up to open to my kinsman; My hands dropped myrrh, My fingers choice myrrh, On the handles of the lock.

⁶ I opened to my kinsman; My kinsman was gone: My soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.

⁷ The watchmen that go their rounds in the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁸ I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the powers and the virtues of the field: If ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him? That I am wounded with love.

⁹ What is thy kinsman more than another kinsman, O thou beautiful among women? What is thy kinsman more than another kinsman, That thou hast so charged us?

¹⁰ My kinsman is white and ruddy, Chosen out from myriads.

⁴ My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, And my heart was moved for him.

⁵ I rose up to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with self-flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.

⁶ I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. I was not in my senses while he spake with me! I sought him, but could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

⁷ The watchmen that go about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away from me my veil.

⁸ I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem! If ye should find my beloved,—What will ye tell him? That I am sick with love.

⁹ Lad. What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women! What is thy beloved more than another beloved, That thus thou dost charge us?

¹⁰ M. My beloved is white and ruddy, The chief among ten thousand.

⁴ My beloved put in his hand through the opening of the door latch, and my heart was stirred up for him.

⁵ I got up to open the door for my beloved; my hands were dripping with myrrh, my fingers with moist myrrh, on the door handle.

⁶ I opened the door for my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone. My heart sank when he spoke. I looked for him, but I did not find him; I called him, but he did not answer me.

⁷ The watchmen found me as they were making their rounds in the city. They struck me and wounded me; the guards on the walls took away my cloak from me.

⁸ I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem, that if you find my beloved— What will you make known to him?— that I am sick from love.

⁹ How is your beloved better than another beloved man, most beautiful among women? Why is your beloved better than another beloved, that you ask us to take an oath like this?

¹⁰ My beloved is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.

⁴ My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.

⁵ I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

⁶ I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.

⁷ The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

⁸ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.

⁹ How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.

⁴ My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.

⁵ I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

⁶ I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.

⁷ The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

⁸ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.

⁹ How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest amongst women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy. The best amongst ten thousand.

⁴ My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door , and my bowels were moved for him.

⁵ 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.

⁶ I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

⁷ The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my vail from me.

⁸ I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick with love.

⁹ What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand.

⁴ My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.

⁵ I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

⁶ I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.

⁷ The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

⁸ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.

⁹ How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.

⁴ My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.

⁵ I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

⁶ I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.

⁷ The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

⁸ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.

⁹ How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest amongst women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy. The best amongst ten thousand.

⁴ My darling put his hand by an hole in the door; and my womb trembled at the touching thereof.

⁵ I rose, for to open to my darling; mine hands dropped myrrh, and my fingers were full of myrrh most proved.

⁶ I opened the wicket of my door to my darling; and he had bowed away, and had passed forth. My soul was melted, as the darling spake; I sought, and I found not him; I called, and he answered not to me.

⁷ The keepers that compassed the city found me; they smote me, and wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my mantle.

⁸ Ye daughters of Jerusalem, I beseech you by an holy thing, if ye have found my darling, that ye tell to him, that I am sick for love.

⁹ A! thou fairest of women, of what manner condition is thy darling of the beloved? of what manner condition is thy darling of a darling? for thou hast so besought us by an holy thing.

¹⁰ My darling is white and ruddy; chosen of thousands.

⁴ My darling put his hand by an hole (in the door); and my womb trembled at the touching thereof.

⁵ I rose, for to open to my darling; mine hands dropped myrrh, and my fingers were full of myrrh most proved. (I rose, to open the door for my darling; my hands dripped with myrrh, yea, my fingers were covered with the best myrrh.)

⁶ I opened the wicket of my door to my darling; and he had bowed away, and had passed forth. My soul was melted, as the darling spake; I sought, and I found not him; I called, and he answered not to me. (And I opened my door for my darling; but he had turned away, yea, he had gone forth. My soul had melted, as my darling spoke; and now I sought him, but I could not find him; I called to him, but he did not answer me.)

⁷ The keepers that compassed the city found me; they smote me, and wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my mantle. (But the guards, who went around the city, found me; and they struck me, and wounded me; yea, the guards on the walls took away my cloak.)

⁸ Ye daughters of Jerusalem, I beseech you by an holy thing, (that) if ye have found my darling, that ye tell to him, that I am sick for love. (Ye daughters of Jerusalem, I plead with you by a thing most holy, that if ye find my darling, that ye tell him, that I am weak, or that I faint, because of love.)

⁹ A! thou fairest of women, of what manner condition is thy darling of the beloved? of what manner condition is thy darling of a darling? for thou hast so besought us by an holy thing. (O thou most beautiful of women! of what manner condition is thy darling more than any other beloved? of what manner condition is thy darling more than any other darling? for thou hast so besought us by such a holy thing.)

¹⁰ My darling is white and ruddy; chosen of thousands.

⁴ My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him.

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

⁶ I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew — he passed on, My soul went forth when he spake, I sought him, and found him not. I called him, and he answered me not.

⁷ The watchmen who go round about the city, Found me, smote me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.

⁸ I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved — What do ye tell him? that I am sick with love!

⁹ What is thy beloved above any beloved, O fair among women? What is thy beloved above any beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us?

¹⁰ My beloved is clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!