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11 Your lips, my bride, (A)drip (B)honey from the comb;
Honey and milk are under your tongue,
And the fragrance of your garments is like the (C)fragrance of Lebanon.
12 A garden locked is my sister, my bride,
A [a]rock garden locked, a (D)spring (E)sealed up.
13 Your shoots are [b]an (F)orchard of (G)pomegranates
With (H)choice fruits, (I)henna with nard plants,

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 4:12 Lit stone heap
  2. Song of Songs 4:13 Or a park, a paradise