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.