Song of Solomon 4:11-13

International Children’s Bible

¹¹ My bride, your lips drip honey.
    Honey and milk are under your tongue.
    Your clothes smell like the cedars of Lebanon.
¹² My sister, my bride, you are like a garden locked up.
    You are like a spring with a wall around it, a fountain that is closed.
¹³ Your limbs are like an orchard
    of pomegranates and all the best fruit.
It is filled with flowers and nard.