Your lips distil nectar, my bride; honey and milk are under your tongue; the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
A garden locked is my sister, my bride, a garden locked, a fountain sealed.
Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates with all choicest fruits, henna with nard,
nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices--
a garden fountain, a well of living water, and flowing streams from Lebanon.
Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden, let its fragrance be wafted abroad. Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits.