Balm

“And as they sat down to eat a meal, they looked up and saw a caravan of Ishmaelites coming from Gilead. Their camels were carrying spices, balm, and myrrh on their way down to Egypt.”

“Then their father Israel said to them, “If it must be so, then do this: Put some of the best products of the land in your packs and carry them down as a gift for the man—a little balm and a little honey, spices and myrrh, pistachios and almonds.”

“Is there no balm in Gilead? Is no physician there? Why then has the health of the daughter of my people not been restored?”

“Go up to Gilead for balm, O Virgin Daughter of Egypt! In vain you try many remedies, but for you there is no healing.”

“Suddenly Babylon has fallen and been shattered. Wail for her; get her balm for her pain; perhaps she can be healed.”

“Judah and the land of Israel traded with you; they exchanged wheat from Minnith, cakes and honey, oil and balm for your merchandise.”