^{11 Ref} Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

^{12 Ref} A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; A locked up spring, A sealed fountain.

^{13 Ref} Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: Henna with spikenard plants,

^{14 Ref} Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; Myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

^{15 Ref} A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, Flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved