10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my kallah! How much better is thy love than yayin! And the scent of thine perfumes than any spice!
11 Thy lips, O my kallah, drip like the honeycomb; devash and cholov are under thy tongue; and the scent of thy garments is like the scent of the Levanon.
12 A gan (garden) locked is my sister, my kallah; a spring enclosed, a ma'ayan (fountain) sealed.
13 Thy plants are a pardeis (park, paradise) of pomegranates, with pleasant p'ri; henna with spikenard,
14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with kol atzei levonah (all kinds of incense trees); myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices:
15 A na'yan (fountain) of gardens, a be'er (well) of mayim chayyim (well of living waters), and streams from the Levanon.
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south wind; blow upon my gan (garden), that the fragrances thereof may flow out. Let dodi (my beloved) come into his gan (garden), and let him taste its choice pri (fruits).