11
Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12
A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13
Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
14
Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: