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11 Thy lips, O my spouse, drip as the honeycomb; honey and milk are under thy tongue, and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

12 A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse, a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

13 Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates with pleasant fruits, henna with spikenard,

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