The Woman

12-14 When my King-Lover lay down beside me,
    my fragrance filled the room.
His head resting between my breasts—
    the head of my lover was a sachet of sweet myrrh.
My beloved is a bouquet of wildflowers
    picked just for me from the fields of En Gedi.

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She

12 While the king was at his table,
    my perfume spread its fragrance.(A)
13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh(B)
    resting between my breasts.
14 My beloved(C) is to me a cluster of henna(D) blossoms
    from the vineyards of En Gedi.(E)

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