Song of Songs 4:11-15

11Your lips taste very sweet to me, my bride. They taste like honey that falls from the honeycomb. Milk and honey are under your tongue. The smell of your clothes is like the cedar trees of Lebanon.

12My sister and my bride, you are like a garden for me that is locked to other men. You are like a spring or a fountain that other people may not drink water from.

13Your body is like a special garden. It is full of pomegranate trees with their sweet fruit. There are wonderful fruits to enjoy. There are also henna and nard.

14There are nard, saffron, calamus, cinnamon and many different spices. There are myrrh, aloes and all the best spices.

15You are like a spring of water in a garden. You are like a well that has fresh water. The water runs down from Lebanon's mountains.