What does Song of Solomon 1:12-17 mean? Commentary, explanation and study verse by verse.
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 camphireb in the vineyards of Engedi.
Behold, thou art fair, my love;c behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
The beams of our house are cedar, and our raftersd of fir.