The Bride

12 While the king [sitteth] at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

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13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

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14 My beloved [is] unto me [as] a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.

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