12My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
13Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,
14spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
15a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.
16Awake, north wind, and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.