How delightful1 is your love2, my sister, my bride! How much more pleasing is your love than wine,3 and the fragrance of your perfume4 than any spice!
Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue.5 The fragrance of your garments is like that of Lebanon.612
You are a garden7 locked up, my sister, my bride;8 you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.913
Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates10 with choice fruits, with henna11 and nard,
nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,12 with every kind of incense tree, with myrrh13 and aloes14 and all the finest spices.1515
You area a garden16 fountain,17 a well of flowing water streaming down from Lebanon.