Song of Solomon 4:7-12

⁷You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.

⁸Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁹You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!

¹⁰How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!

¹¹Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.

¹²A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.