American Standard Version
Song of Songs 4:10-16
10How 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!11Thy lips, O mybride, drop asthe honeycomb:Honey and milk are under thy tongue;And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.12A garden shut up is my sister, my bride;A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.13Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits;Henna with spikenard plants,14Spikenard and saffron,Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense;Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.15Thou arta fountain of gardens,A well of living waters,And flowing streams from Lebanon.16Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south;Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out.Let my beloved come into his garden,And eat his precious fruits.
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