How sweet is thy love above wine!
And the fragrance of thy perfumes above all the spices!
11 Thy lips, O my betrothed, distil honey:
Honey and milk are under thy tongue,
And the odour of thy garments is as the smell of Lebanon.
12 A closed garden art thou, my sister, my betrothed,
A closed garden, a sealed fountain. [[161]]
13 Thy shoots like a garden of pomegranates,
With precious fruits,
Cypresses and nards,