12M. While the king reclineth at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
13A bunch of myrrh is my beloved to me; He shall abide between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna-flowers From the gardens of Engedi.
15Lov. Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair! Thine eyes are doves.
16M. Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, lovely; And green is our bed.
17The cedars are the beams of our house, And its roof the cypresses.
Song of Solomon 1
Song of Solomon 1:12-17