11. Your lips, O my bride, drip as the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under your tongue. And the fragrance of your garments Is like the fragrance of Leḇanon.
12. A garden locked is my sister, my bride, A fountain locked, a spring sealed up.
13. Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with pleasant fruits, With henna, nard,
14. Nard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, With all the chief spices;
15. A garden spring, A well of living waters, And streams from Leḇanon.
16. Awake, O north wind, and come, O south! Blow upon my garden, let its spices flow out. Let my beloved come to his garden And eat its pleasant fruits.