11. The taste of honey is on your lips, my darling;your tongue is milk and honey for me.Your clothing has all the fragrance of Lebanon.
12. My sweetheart, my bride, is a secret garden,a walled garden, a private spring;
13. there the plants flourish.They grow like an orchard of pomegranate treesand bear the finest fruits.There is no lack of henna and nard,
14. of saffron, calamus, and cinnamon,or incense of every kind.Myrrh and aloes grow therewith all the most fragrant perfumes.
15. Fountains water the garden,streams of flowing water,brooks gushing down from the Lebanon Mountains.