Song of Solomon 4:9-16

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

¹⁰How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!

¹¹Thy lips, O my bride, drop as the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

¹²A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

¹³Thy shoots are an orchard 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.