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12 While the Melech is at his table, my spikenard perfume has yielded its fragrance.

13 Dodi (my beloved) is to me a sachet of myrrh that lieth in my bosom.

14 Dodi (my beloved) is to me as a cluster of henna blooms in the kramim (vineyards) of Ein-Gedi.

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