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10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my[a] bride.
    How much better is your love than wine,
and the fragrance of your perfume
    than all kinds of spices.
11 Your lips drip honey, my[b] bride;
    milk and honey are under your tongue.
The scent of your garments
    is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 My sister, my[c] bride, is a locked garden
    a locked rock garden, a sealed up spring.

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  1. Song of Solomon 4:10 The Heb. lacks my
  2. Song of Solomon 4:11 The Heb. lacks my
  3. Song of Solomon 4:12 The Heb. lacks my