12. While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
13. My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh, that lieth betwixt my breasts.
14. My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna-flowers in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15. Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves.
16. Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our couch is green.
17. The beams of our house are cedars, and our rafters are firs.