11. Your lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride,honey and milk are under your tongue.The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12. You are a locked garden, my sister, my bride;you are an enclosed spring, a sealed-up fountain.
13. Your shoots are a royal garden full of pomegranateswith choice fruits:henna with nard,
14. nard and saffron;calamus and cinnamon with every kind of spice,myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices.
15. You are a garden spring,a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.
16. Awake, O north wind; come, O south wind!Blow on my garden so that its fragrant spices may send out their sweet smell.May my beloved come into his gardenand eat its delightful fruit!