8 My bride, togetherwe will leave Lebanon!We will say goodbyeto the peaks of Mount Amana,Senir, and Hermon,where lions and leopardslive in the caves.
9 My bride, my very own,you have stolen my heart!With one glance from your eyesand the glow of your necklace,you have stolen my heart.
10 Your love is sweeter than wine;the smell of your perfumeis more fragrant than spices.
11 Your lips are a honeycomb;milk and honeyflow from your tongue.Your dress has the aromaof cedar trees from Lebanon.
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.