The Song of Songs — Song of Solomon 1:12–15

    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.
SONG 1:12–14

    Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves.
SONG 1:15
— 03 —Song of Solomon 1:12–15ASV