1Song of Songs 1:14

12While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.Select Song of Songs 1:12

13A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.Select Song of Songs 1:13

14My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En–gedi.Select Song of Songs 1:14

15Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.Select Song of Songs 1:15

16Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.Select Song of Songs 1:16