While the king listens to my prayers, he Sitteth at his table of delights. My spikenard rises, and Sendeth forth the incense of my soul. The smell thereof beckons.
Song 1.12 |Spikenard
While the king listens to my prayers, he Sitteth at his table of delights. My spikenard rises, and Sendeth forth the incense of my soul. The smell thereof beckons.
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