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While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
My beloved is unto me (as) a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.
My beloved is unto me (as) a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou art fair; Thine eyes are (as) doves.
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green.
The beams of our house are cedars, (And) our rafters are firs.
(ASV)