¹⁴ My beloved^(A) is to me a cluster of henna^(B) blossoms
    from the vineyards of En Gedi.^(C)

7 What misery is mine!
I am like one who gathers summer fruit
    at the gleaning of the vineyard;
there is no cluster of grapes to eat,
    none of the early figs^(A) that I crave.