¹¹ 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.

²⁷ and he cometh nigh, and kisseth him, and he smelleth the fragrance of his garments, and blesseth him, and saith, `See, the fragrance of my son `is' as the fragrance of a field which Jehovah hath blessed;

¹ I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!

¹⁵ through him, then, we may offer up a sacrifice of praise always to God, that is, the fruit of lips, giving thanks to His name;

⁶ Go on do his sucklings, And his beauty is as an olive, And he hath fragrance as Lebanon.

⁷ Return do the dwellers under his shadow, They revive `as' corn, and flourish as a vine, His memorial `is' as wine of Lebanon.

² Take with you words, and turn to Jehovah, Say ye unto Him: `Take away all iniquity, and give good, And we do render the fruit of our lips.

¹⁵ Butter and honey he doth eat, When he knoweth to refuse evil, and to fix on good.

⁹ And thy palate as the good wine --' Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!

¹³ His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips `are' lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,

¹⁰ How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices.

³ As a thread of scarlet `are' thy lips, And thy speech `is' comely, As the work of the pomegranate `is' thy temple behind thy veil,

¹³ Eat my son, honey that `is' good, And the honeycomb -- sweet to thy palate.

¹⁴ So `is' the knowledge of wisdom to thy soul, If thou hast found that there is a posterity And thy hope is not cut off.

²⁴ Sayings of pleasantness `are' a honeycomb, Sweet to the soul, and healing to the bone.

³ For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, And smoother than oil `is' her mouth,

²³ My lips cry aloud when I sing praise to Thee, And my soul that Thou hast redeemed,

²⁴ My tongue also all the day uttereth Thy righteousness, Because ashamed -- because confounded, Have been those seeking my evil!

¹⁴ And I continually do wait with hope, And have added unto all Thy praise.

¹⁵ My mouth recounteth Thy righteousness, All the day Thy salvation, For I have not known the numbers.

⁸ Myrrh and aloes, cassia! all thy garments, Out of palaces of ivory Stringed instruments have made thee glad.

¹⁰ They are more desirable than gold, Yea, than much fine gold; and sweeter than honey, Even liquid honey of the comb.