Song of Solomon 4:11 BBE

⁹  You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!

¹⁰  How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!

¹¹  Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.

¹²  A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.

¹³  The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard,