Song of Solomon 1:14 WBT

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.

¹⁶  Behold, thou [art] fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: also our bed [is] green.