11. Thy 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.
12. A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13. Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants,
14. Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
15. Thou art a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams from Lebanon.
16. Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious fruits.