¹³ My beloved is to me a pouch of ^(A)myrrh
Which lies all night between my breasts.

³ “Like an ^(A)apple tree among the trees of the forest,
So is my beloved among the ^[a]young men.
In his shade I took great delight and sat down,
And his ^(B)fruit was sweet to my ^[b]taste.

⁸ “Listen! My beloved!
Behold, he is coming,
Leaping ^(A)on the mountains,
Jumping on the hills!

² “My beloved has gone down to his ^(A)garden,
To the ^(B)beds of balsam,
To ^(C)pasture his flock in the gardens
And gather ^(D)lilies.