10. Your love is so sweet, my sister, my bride.Your love is better than wine,and your perfume smells better than any spice.
11. My bride, your lips drip honey;honey and milk are under your tongue.Your clothes smell like the cedars of Lebanon.
12. My sister, my bride, you are like a garden locked up,like a walled-in spring, a closed-up fountain.
13. Your limbs are like an orchardof pomegranates with all the best fruit,filled with flowers and nard,
14. nard and saffron, calamus, and cinnamon,with trees of incense, myrrh, and aloes—all the best spices.
15. You are like a garden fountain—a well of fresh waterflowing down from the mountains of Lebanon.
16. Awake, north wind.Come, south wind.Blow on my garden,and let its sweet smells flow out.Let my lover enter the gardenand eat its best fruits.