American Standard Version
" While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance. "
— Song Of Solomon 1:12, American Standard Version
“While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.”
“While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.”
“The Beloved about Her Lover: While the king was at his banqueting table, my nard gave forth its fragrance.”
“A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.”
“While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume.”
“While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.”
I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair, Thy neck with strings of jewels.
We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver.
While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.
My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves.