Song of Solomon 4:9-14

⁹Thou hast ravished my heart, O my sister, my bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thy eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

¹⁰How beautiful are thy caresses, O my sister, my bride! how much more pleasant are thy caresses than wine! and the smell of thy fragrant oils more than all spices.

¹¹Of sweet honey drop thy lips, O bride: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the scent of thy garments is like the scent of Lebanon.

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;