12 My sister, my bride, you are a locked garden —a locked garden and a sealed spring.
13 Your branches are a paradise of pomegranateswith choicest fruits, henna with nard —
14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices.
15 You are a garden spring,a well of flowing water streaming from Lebanon.
16 Awaken, north wind —come, south wind.Blow on my garden,and spread the fragrance of its spices.Let my love come to his gardenand eat its choicest fruits.