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.