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We will make thee circlets of gold with studs of silver.
12
While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
13
My beloved is unto me as a bag of myrrh, that lieth betwixt my breasts.
14
My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves.
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Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; also our couch is leafy.
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The beams of our houses are cedars, and our panels are cypresses.