12While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
13My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.
14My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi.
15Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves.