Song of Solomon 4:11-15

“Your lips drip honey, my bride; Honey and milk are under your tongue, And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

“A locked garden is my sister, my bride, A locked spring, a sealed fountain.

“Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates With delicious fruits, henna with nard plants,

Nard and saffron, spice reed and cinnamon, With all the trees of frankincense, Myrrh, and aloes, along with all the finest balsam oils.

“You are a garden spring, A well of fresh water, And flowing streams from Lebanon.”The Bride