12. W While the king was upon his couch,my spikenard gave forth its fragrance.
13. My lover is to me a sachet of myrrh;between my breasts he lies.
14. My lover is to me a cluster of hennafrom the vineyards of En-gedi.
15. M How beautiful you are, my friend,how beautiful! your eyes are doves!
16. W How beautiful you are, my lover—handsome indeed!Verdant indeed is our couch;
17. the beams of our house are cedars,our rafters, cypresses.