¹² The king is lying on his couch,
    enchanted by the fragrance of my perfume.
¹³ My lover is like a sachet of myrrh
    lying between my breasts.
¹⁴ He is like a bouquet of sweet henna blossoms
    from the vineyards of En-gedi.

¹² The king is lying on his couch,
    enchanted by the fragrance of my perfume.
¹³ My lover is like a sachet of myrrh
    lying between my breasts.
¹⁴ He is like a bouquet of sweet henna blossoms
    from the vineyards of En-gedi.