Song of Songs 4:11-15
11
Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;
milk and honey are under your tongue.
The fragrance of your garments is like that of Lebanon.
12
You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride;
you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.
13
Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates
with choice fruits,
with henna and nard,
14
nard and saffron,
calamus and cinnamon,
with every kind of incense tree,
with myrrh and aloes
and all the finest spices.
15
You are a garden fountain,
a well of flowing water
streaming down from Lebanon.