Song of Solomon 4:12 ASV

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,

¹⁴  Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.