Song.1.12

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Song.1.12

While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

Song.1.12

When my King-Lover lay down beside me, my fragrance filled the room.

Song.1.12

While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.

Song.1.12

While the king is at his table, My spikenard sends forth its fragrance.

Song.1.12

The king is lying on his couch, enchanted by the fragrance of my perfume.