Song of Solomon 1:12-15
12 While the king is at his table,
My spikenard sends forth its fragrance.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me,
That lies all night between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms
In the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 Behold, you are fair, my love!
Behold, you are fair!
You have dove’s eyes.
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