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12 My sweetheart, my bride, is a secret garden,
    a walled garden, a private spring;
13     there the plants flourish.
They grow like an orchard of pomegranate trees
    and bear the finest fruits.
There is no lack of henna and nard,
14     of saffron, calamus, and cinnamon,
    or incense of every kind.
Myrrh and aloes grow there
    with all the most fragrant perfumes.

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12 You are a garden(A) locked up, my sister, my bride;(B)
    you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.(C)
13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates(D)
    with choice fruits,
    with henna(E) and nard,
14     nard and saffron,
    calamus and cinnamon,(F)
    with every kind of incense tree,
    with myrrh(G) and aloes(H)
    and all the finest spices.(I)

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