Song of Songs 4:10-14

10How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all manner of spices!

11Thy lips, O my bride, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

12A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

13Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; henna with spikenard plants,

14Spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.