11 Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk 'are' under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments 'Is' as the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 A garden shut up 'is' my sister-spouse, A spring shut up -- a fountain sealed.
13 Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,
14 Cypresses with nard -- nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.
15 A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!
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