Song of Songs 4:9-14

9Thou hast ravished my heart, my sisterH269, my brideH3618; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyesH5869, with one chain of thy neckH6677.

10HowH4100 fairH2895 is thy loveH1730, my sisterH269, my brideH3618! howH4100 muchH4100 better is thy loveH1730 thanH3605 wineH3196! and the smell of thine ointments thanH3605 allH3605 manner of spicesH1314!

11Thy lipsH8193, O my brideH3618, drop as the honeycomb: honeyH1706 and milkH2461 are underH8478 thy tongueH3956; and the smell of thy garmentsH8008 is like the smell of LebanonH3844.

12A gardenH1588 shutH2856 upH2856 is my sisterH269, my brideH3618; a springH4599 shutH2856 upH2856, a fountainH4599 sealedH2856.

13Thy shootsH7973 are an orchardH6508 of pomegranatesH7416, with precious fruitsH6529; hennaH3724 with spikenard plantsH5373,

14Spikenard and saffronH3750, calamusH7070 and cinnamonH7076, with allH3605 treesH6086 of frankincenseH3828; myrrhH4753 and aloesH174, with allH3605 the chiefH7218 spicesH1314.