The Song of Solomon 4:11-16

¹¹Thy lips drop honeycomb, my spouse: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is as the smell of Libanus.

¹²My sister, my spouse is a garden enclosed; a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed.

¹³Thy shoots are a garden of pomegranates, with the fruit of choice berries; camphor, with spikenard:

¹⁴spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon; with all woods of Libanus, myrrh, aloes, with all chief spices:

¹⁵a fountain of a garden, and a well of water springing and gurgling from Libanus.

¹⁶Awake, O north wind; and come, O south; and blow through my garden, and let my spices flow out.