12 My bride, my very own,you are a garden, a fountainclosed off to all others.
13 Your arms are vines,covered with delicious fruitsand all sorts of spices—henna, nard,
14 saffron,calamus, cinnamon,frankincense, myrrh, and aloes— all the finest spices.
15 You are a spring in the garden,a fountain of pure water,and a refreshing streamfrom Mount Lebanon.
16 Let the north wind blow,the south wind too!Let them spread the aromaof my garden,so the one I lovemay enter and tasteits delicious fruits.