11 Your lips, O my spouse,
Drip as the honeycomb;
^aHoney and milk are under your tongue;
And the fragrance of your garments
Is ^blike the fragrance of Lebanon. ‡

12 A garden¹ enclosed
Is my sister, my spouse,
A spring shut up,
A fountain sealed. ‡

14 Spikenard and saffron,
Calamus and cinnamon,
With all trees of frankincense,
Myrrh and aloes,
With all the chief spices—

15 A fountain of gardens,
A well of ^aliving waters,
And streams from Lebanon. ‡