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11 Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense.

12 My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up.

13 Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard.

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

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