11 Bride to Chorus: While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor.
12 My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me. He shall abide between my breasts.
13 My beloved is a cluster of Cyprus grapes to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
14 Groom to Bride: Behold, you are beautiful, O my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are those of a dove.
15 Bride to Groom: Behold, you are handsome, O my beloved, and graceful. Our bed is flourishing.
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