SONG OF SONGS 4:10-13

¹⁰How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments 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,