^{11 Ref} Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk `are' under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments `Is' as the fragrance of Lebanon.

^{12 Ref} A garden shut up `is' my sister-spouse, A spring shut up -- a fountain sealed.

^{13 Ref} Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,

^{14 Ref} Cypresses with nard -- nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.

^{15 Ref} A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!