Song of Solomon 4:11-13

International Standard Version

¹¹ Your lips drip honey, my^[a] bride;
    milk and honey are under your tongue.
The scent of your garments
    is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
¹² My sister, my^[b] bride, is a locked garden
    a locked rock garden, a sealed up spring.
¹³ Your shoots are an orchard^[c] of pomegranates,
    with choice fruit, henna with nard,