"You are like a private garden, my treasure, my bride! You are like a spring that no one else can drink from, a fountain of my own.
You are like a lovely orchard bearing precious fruit, with the rarest of perfumes:
nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, myrrh and aloes, perfume from every incense tree, and every other lovely spice.
You are a garden fountain, a well of living water, as refreshing as the streams from the Lebanon mountains." Young Woman:
"Awake, north wind! Come, south wind! Blow on my garden and waft its lovely perfume to my lover. Let him come into his garden and eat its choicest fruits."