11 We will make for thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king [sitteth] at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth its smell.
13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my well beloved to me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
14 My beloved [is] to me [as] a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15 Behold, thou [art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art] fair; thou [hast] doves' eyes.
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