10 How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride!

How much more pleasing is your love than wine,

and the fragrance of your perfume

more than any spice!

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,

14 nard and saffron,

calamus and cinnamon,

with every kind of incense tree,

with myrrh and aloes

and all the finest spices.

15 You are a garden fountain,

a well of flowing water

streaming down from Lebanon.

10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse!

How much better is thy love than wine!

And the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

11 Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb:

Honey and milk are under thy tongue;

And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

12 A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse;

A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

13 Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits;

Camphire, with spikenard,

14 Spikenard and saffron;

Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense;

Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters,

And streams from Lebanon.

10 Your love delights me,

my treasure, my bride.

Your love is better than wine,

your perfume more fragrant than spices.

11 Your lips are as sweet as nectar, my bride.

Honey and milk are under your tongue.

Your clothes are scented

like the cedars of Lebanon.

12 You are my private garden, my treasure, my bride,

a secluded spring, a hidden fountain.

13 Your thighs shelter a paradise of pomegranates

with rare spices—

henna with nard,

14 nard and saffron,

fragrant calamus and cinnamon,

with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes,

and every other lovely spice.

15 You are a garden fountain,

a well of fresh water

streaming down from Lebanon’s mountains.

10 How fair is your love,

My sister, my spouse!

How much better than wine is your love,

And the scent of your perfumes

Than all spices!

11 Your lips, O my spouse,

Drip as the honeycomb;

Honey and milk are under your tongue;

And the fragrance of your garments

Is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

12 A garden enclosed

Is my sister, my spouse,

A spring shut up,

A fountain sealed.

13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates

With pleasant fruits,

Fragrant henna with spikenard,

14 Spikenard and saffron,

Calamus and cinnamon,

With all trees of frankincense,

Myrrh and aloes,

With all the chief spices—

15 A fountain of gardens,

A well of living waters,

And streams from Lebanon.

10 Your love is so sweet, my sister, my bride.

Your love is better than wine,

and your perfume smells better than any spice.

11 My bride, your lips drip honey;

honey and milk are under your tongue.

Your clothes smell like the cedars of Lebanon.

12 My sister, my bride, you are like a garden locked up,

like a walled-in spring, a closed-up fountain.

13 Your limbs are like an orchard

of pomegranates with all the best fruit,

filled with flowers and nard,

14 nard and saffron, calamus, and cinnamon,

with trees of incense, myrrh, and aloes—

all the best spices.

15 You are like a garden fountain—

a well of fresh water

flowing down from the mountains of Lebanon.

10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride!

How much better is thy love than wine!

And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!

11 Thy lips, O my bride, drop as the honeycomb:

Honey and milk are under thy tongue;

And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

12 A garden shut up is my sister, my bride;

A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

13 Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits;

Henna with spikenard plants,

14 Spikenard and saffron,

Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense;

Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

15 Thou art a fountain of gardens,

A well of living waters,

And flowing streams from Lebanon.

10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine ointments than all spices! 11 Thy lips, my spouse, drop as the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. 12 A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed. 13 Thy shoots are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants; 14 Spikenard and saffron; Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

15 A fountain in the gardens, A well of living waters, Which stream from Lebanon.

10 How beautiful are your expressions of love, my bride, my sister! 

How much better are your expressions of love than wine 

and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice. 

11 Your lips drip honey, my bride. 

Honey and milk are under your tongue. 

The fragrance of your clothing is like the fragrance of Lebanon. 

12 My bride, my sister is a garden that is locked, 

a garden that is locked, 

a spring that is sealed. 

13 You are paradise that produces 

pomegranates and the best fruits, 

henna flowers and nard, 

14 nard and saffron, 

calamus,cinnamon, and all kinds of incense,

myrrh, aloes, and all the best spices. 

15 ⸤You are⸥ a spring for gardens, 

a well of living water flowing from Lebanon. 

10 How delightful your love is, my sister, my bride.

Your love is much better than wine,

and the fragrance of your perfume than any balsam.

11 Your lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride.

Honey and milk are under your tongue.

The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

12 My sister, my bride, you are a locked garden—

a locked garden and a sealed spring.

13 Your branches are a paradise of pomegranates

with choicest fruits,

henna with nard—

14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,

with all the trees of frankincense,

myrrh and aloes,

with all the best spices.

15 You are a garden spring,

a well of flowing water

streaming from Lebanon.

10 How sweet is your love, my sister, my bride!

how much better is your love than wine,

and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!

11 Your lips distill nectar, my bride;

honey and milk are under your tongue;

the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.

12 A garden locked is my sister, my bride,

a garden locked, a fountain sealed.

13 Your channel is an orchard of pomegranates

with all choicest fruits,

henna with nard,

14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,

with all trees of frankincense,

myrrh and aloes,

with all chief spices—

15 a garden fountain, a well of living water,

and flowing streams from Lebanon.

10 How beautiful is your love, my sister bride!

How better is your love than wine,

and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!

11 Your lips drip nectar, my bride;

honey and milk are under your lips;

the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.

12 A garden locked is my sister bride,

a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.

13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruit,

henna with nard;

14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon spice with all trees of frankincense,

myrrh and aloes with all chief spices.

15 A garden fountain, a well of living water,

flowing (streams) from Lebanon.

10 My bride, your love is so delightful.

My sister, your love makes me happier than wine does.

Your perfume smells better than any spice.

11 Your lips are as sweet as a honeycomb, my bride.

Milk and honey are under your tongue.

Your clothes smell like the cedar trees in Lebanon.

12 My bride, you are like a garden that is locked up.

My sister, you are like a spring of water that has a fence around it.

You are like a fountain that is sealed up.

13 You are like trees whose branches are loaded

with pomegranates, fine fruits, henna and nard,

14 with saffron, cane and cinnamon.

You are like every kind of incense tree.

You have myrrh, aloes

and all of the finest spices.

15 You are like a fountain in a garden.

You are like a well of flowing water

streaming down from Lebanon.”

The woman says,

10 “How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!

How much better is your love than wine,

And the fragrance of your oils

Than all kinds of spices!

11 “Your lips, my bride, drip honey;

Honey and milk are under your tongue,

And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

12 “A garden locked is my sister, my bride,

A rock garden locked, a spring sealed up.

13 “Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates

With choice fruits, henna with nard plants,

14 Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,

With all the trees of frankincense,

Myrrh and aloes, along with all the finest spices.

15 “You are a garden spring,

A well of fresh water,

And streams flowing from Lebanon.”