10. How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine ointments than all spices!
11. Thy lips, my spouse, drop as the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12. A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13. Thy shoots are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants;