Song of Songs 4:7-16

7You are altogether beautiful, my darling! There is no blemish in you!

8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the crest of Amana, from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon, from the lions’ dens and the mountain haunts of the leopards.

9You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride! You have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.

10How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine; the fragrance of your perfume is better than any spice!

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.

12You are a locked garden, my sister, my bride; you are an enclosed spring, a sealed-up fountain.

13Your shoots are a royal garden full of pomegranates with choice fruits: henna with nard,

14nard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon with every kind of spice, myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices.

15You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.

16Awake, O north wind; come, O south wind! Blow on my garden so that its fragrant spices may send out their sweet smell. May my beloved come into his garden and eat its delightful fruit!