10How sweet is thy love, my sister, my spouse! How much more precious thy caresses than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices!
11Thy lips, O my spouse! drop the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments is as the fragrance of Lebanon.
12A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed;
13Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with choicest fruits, Henna and spikenard,
14Spikenard and saffron, Sweet cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, With all the chief spices;
15A fountain of the gardens, A well of living water, A stream that floweth from Lebanon!
16M. Awake, O north wind, and come, thou south! Blow upon my garden, That its spices may flow out! May my beloved come to his garden, And eat his pleasant fruits.