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Maiden’s Poetic Praise of Her Beloved

12 While the king was on his couch,
    my nard gave its fragrance.
13 My beloved is to me a pouch[a] of myrrh,
    he spends the night[b] between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of blossoms of henna
    in the vineyards of En Gedi.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 1:13 Literally “the bag”
  2. Song of Solomon 1:13 Or “he lays”