Song of Solomon 4:9-11

The Voice

⁹     My heart is your captive, my sister, my bride;
        you have stolen it with one glance,
        caught it with a single strand of your necklace.
¹⁰     How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
        Your love is more pleasing than the finest wine,
        and the fragrance of your perfume brings more delight than any spice!
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.