12 While the king is at his table,
My¹ spikenard sends forth its fragrance. ‡

13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me,
That lies all night between my breasts.

15 ^aBehold, you are fair,¹ my love!
Behold, you are fair!
You have dove’s eyes. ‡

16 Behold, you are ^ahandsome, my beloved!
Yes, pleasant!
Also our¹ bed is green. ‡