11. Your lips are as sweet as nectar, my bride.Honey and milk are under your tongue.Your clothes are scentedlike the cedars of Lebanon.
12. You are my private garden, my treasure, my bride,a secluded spring, a hidden fountain.
13. Your thighs shelter a paradise of pomegranateswith rare spices—henna with nard,
14. nard and saffron,fragrant calamus and cinnamon,with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes,and every other lovely spice.
15. You are a garden fountain,a well of fresh waterstreaming down from Lebanon’s mountains.
16. Awake, north wind!Rise up, south wind!Blow on my gardenand spread its fragrance all around.Come into your garden, my love;taste its finest fruits.