12A locked-up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked-up spring, a sealed fountain.
13Thy sprouts are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, copher and spikenard;
14Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief of spices;
15A garden-spring, a well of living waters, and flowing down from Lebanon.—
16Awake, O north wind; and come thou, O south; blow over my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my friend come into his garden, and eat its precious fruits.—