“While the king is at his table, my spikenard sends forth its fragrance. A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, that lies all night between my breasts.”
SONG OF SOLOMON 1:12-13
“While the king is at his table, my spikenard sends forth its fragrance. A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, that lies all night between my breasts.”
SONG OF SOLOMON 1:12-13