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12 (The Shulamite) »While the king sits at his table, my perfume sends forth its fragrance.
13 »My beloved is like a cluster of myrrh to me. He will lie all night between my breasts.
14 »My beloved is to me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi.«
15 (The Beloved) »Behold, you are fair, my love. Behold, you are fair. You have doves' eyes.«
16 (The Shulamite) »Behold, you are handsome, my beloved, yes, pleasant! Also our bed is green.