Song of Solomon 4:11 ASV

⁹  Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, 'my' bride; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

¹⁰  How fair is thy love, my sister, 'my' bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!

¹¹  Thy lips, O 'my' bride, drop 'as' the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

¹²  A garden shut up is my sister, 'my' bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

¹³  Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants,