ACV(i)
12 While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
13 My beloved is to me a bundle of myrrh that lies between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna-flowers in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15 Behold, thou are fair, my love, behold thou are fair. Thine eyes are doves.
16 Behold, thou are fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant. Also our couch is green.