The Woman

12-14 When my King-Lover lay down beside me,
    my fragrance filled the room.
His head resting between my breasts—
    the head of my lover was a sachet of sweet myrrh.
My beloved is a bouquet of wildflowers
    picked just for me from the fields of En Gedi.

The Man

15 Oh, my dear friend! You’re so beautiful!
    And your eyes so beautiful—like doves!

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13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh(A)
    resting between my breasts.
14 My beloved(B) is to me a cluster of henna(C) blossoms
    from the vineyards of En Gedi.(D)

He

15 How beautiful(E) you are, my darling!
    Oh, how beautiful!
    Your eyes are doves.(F)

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13 A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.

15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.

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