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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,

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