SONG OF SONGS 4:11-14

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.