Song of Solomon 1:12-17

12 While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night [a] between my breasts.
14 My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green.
17 The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are cypresses.

Footnotes 1

  • [a]. Or 'That passeth the night,' or 'abideth.'
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