Song of Songs 4:10-16

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. 15Thou art a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and flowing streams from Lebanon. 16Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his precious fruits.