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.
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.