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.