Song of Songs 4:7-16

7You are altogether lovely, my darling, and no blemish is in you.

8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Watch from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir, even Hermon, from lions’ dens, from mountains of leopards.

9You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride— you captivated me with one of your eyes, with one jewel from your necklace.

10How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils better than all spices!

11Your lips, my bride, drip honey from the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The scent of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon.

12A locked garden is my sister, my bride, an enclosed spring, a sealed fountain.

13Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruit, henna with nard

14—nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon— with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, along with all the finest spices—

15a garden spring, a well of living water and flowing streams from Lebanon.

16Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, Let its fragrance spread out. Let my lover come into his garden and eat its choicest fruit.