Song of Solomon 4:7-15

⁷Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.

⁸Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: thou shalt be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁹Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy neck.

¹⁰How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices.

¹¹Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense.

¹²My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up.

¹³Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard.

¹⁴Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes.

¹⁵The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream from Libanus.