Song of Solomon 4:11-16

¹¹Thy lips, O my bride, drop honey — honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

¹²A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

¹³Thy shoots are a park of pomegranates, with precious fruits; henna with spikenard plants,

¹⁴Spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

¹⁵Thou art a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and flowing streams from Lebanon.

¹⁶Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his precious fruits.