Song of Solomon 4:11-13

New International Version - UK

¹¹ Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;
    milk and honey are under your tongue.
The fragrance of your garments
    is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
¹² You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride;
    you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.
¹³ Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates
    with choice fruits,
    with henna and nard,