LEB(i)
12 While the king was on his couch, my nard gave its fragrance.
13 My beloved is to me ⌊a pouch⌋* of myrrh, he spends the night* between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of blossoms of henna in the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 Look! You are beautiful, my beloved. Look! You are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
16 Look! You are beautiful, my beloved, truly pleasant. Truly our couch is ⌊verdant⌋;*