Song of Songs 4:10-14

10How delightful your caresses are, my sister, my bride. Your caresses are much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any balsam.

11Your lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

12My sister, my bride, you are a locked garden — a locked garden and a sealed spring.

13Your branches are a paradise of pomegranates with choicest fruits; henna with nard,

14nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices.