Song of Songs 4:11-15

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

12My bride, my sister is a garden that is locked, a garden that is locked, a spring that is sealed.

13You are paradise that produces pomegranates and the best fruits, henna flowers and nard,

14nard and saffron, calamus, cinnamon, and all kinds of incense, myrrh, aloes, and all the best spices.

15⌞You are⌟ a spring for gardens, a well of living water flowing from Lebanon.