Song of Songs 4:10-16

10Your love delights me, my treasure, my bride. Your love is better than wine, your perfume more fragrant than spices.

11Your lips are as sweet as nectar, my bride. Honey and milk are under your tongue. Your clothes are scented like the cedars of Lebanon.

12You are my private garden, my treasure, my bride, a secluded spring, a hidden fountain.

13Your thighs shelter a paradise of pomegranates with rare spices— henna with nard,

14nard and saffron, fragrant calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes, and every other lovely spice.

15You are a garden fountain, a well of fresh water streaming down from Lebanon’s mountains.

16Awake, north wind! Rise up, south wind! Blow on my garden and spread its fragrance all around. Come into your garden, my love; taste its finest fruits.