12 A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; A locked up spring, A sealed fountain.
13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: Henna with spikenard plants,
14 Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; Myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
15 A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, Flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved
16 Awake, north wind; and come, you south; Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And taste his precious fruits. Lover
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