9 Thou hast ravished my lev, my sister, my kallah; thou hast ravished my lev with one of thy glances, with one link of thy necklace.
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.