Song of Songs 4:10-15

¹⁰My sister spousess, thy loves be full fair; thy loves be fairer than wine, and the odour of thy clothes is above all sweet smelling ointments.

¹¹Spousess, thy lips be as an honeycomb dropping; honey and milk be under thy tongue, and the odour of thy clothes is as the odour of incense.

¹²My sister spousess, a garden closed altogether; a garden closed altogether, a well asealed.

¹³Thy sendings-out be as a paradise of apples of Punic, with the fruits of apples, cypress trees, with nard;

¹⁴nard and saffron, an herb called fistula, and canel, with all the trees of the Lebanon, myrrh, and aloes, with all the best, either first, ointments.

¹⁵A well of gardens, a well of welling, either quick, waters, that flow with fierceness from the Lebanon.