¹⁴ My beloved is to me a cluster of ^(A)henna blossoms
    in the vineyards of ^(B)Engedi.

7 Woe is me! For I have become
    ^(A)as when the summer fruit has been gathered,
    as when the grapes have been gleaned:
there is no cluster to eat,
    no ^(B)first-ripe fig that my soul desires.