Song of Solomon 4:11-13

The Voice

¹¹     Your lips taste sweet like honey off the comb, my bride;
        milk and honey are beneath your tongue.
    The scents of your clothes are like the fresh air of Lebanon.
¹²     You are a locked garden, my sister, my bride, open only to me;
        a spring closed up tight, a sealed fountain.
¹³     Your sprouts are an orchard of pomegranates and exotic fruits—
        with henna and nard,