Viewing verse 13 of Song Of Solomon 1 (with context)
Read Full Chapter Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
¶ While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi.*
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.*
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.