BRAGADAYJAH1656

BRAGADAYJAH 1656 Songs of Solomon Verses 12-17 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyard of En-gedi. Beloved, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hath doves’ eyes. Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; also our bed is green. The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.