Song of Songs 4:6-13

⁶Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

⁷You are beautiful in every way, my love and there is no blemish in you.

⁸Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Come with me from Lebanon; come from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from lions' dens, from mountain dens of leopards.

⁹You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart, with just one look at me, with just one jewel of your necklace.

¹⁰How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice.

¹¹Your lips, my bride, drip honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

¹²My sister, my bride is a garden locked up, a garden locked up, a spring that is sealed.

¹³Your branches are a grove of pomegranate trees with choice fruits, and of henna and nard plants,