Song of Solomon 1:12
American Standard Version
While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
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Song of Solomon 1:12 in other translations
While the king sat at his table,
my perfume spread its fragrance.
Song of Solomon 1:12 in context
- 10Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair, Thy neck with strings of jewels.
- 11We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver.
- 12While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
- 13My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.
- 14My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi.