H6170–עֲרוּגָה–a.ru.gah

His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips `are' lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,

כַּעֲרוּגַ֣ת (עֲרוּגַ֣ת) 'a.ru.Gat “[the] bed of”

My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

לַעֲרוּג֖וֹת (עֲרוּג֖וֹת) 'a.ru.Got “[the] beds of”

And there is another great eagle, Great-winged, and abounding with feathers, And lo, this vine hath bent its roots toward him, And its thin shoots it hath sent out toward him, To water it from the furrows of its planting,

מֵעֲרֻג֖וֹת (עֲרֻג֖וֹת) 'a.ru.Got “[the] beds of”

And lo, the planted thing -- doth it prosper? When come against it doth the east wind, Doth it not utterly wither? On the furrows of its springing it withereth.'

עֲרֻגֹ֥ת 'a.ru.Got “[the] beds of”