10 How beautiful is your love, my lsister, my bride!
How much nbetter is your love than wine,
and othe fragrance of your oils than any spice!
11 Your plips drip nectar, my bride;
qhoney and milk are under your tongue;
12 A garden locked is my lsister, my bride,
13 Your shoots are uan orchard of pomegranates
with all vchoicest fruits,
with all trees of zfrankincense,
with all ychoice spices—
15 a garden fountain, a well of cliving water,
and flowing streams from hLebanon.
and come, O south wind!
Blow upon my dgarden,
let its spices flow.
Together in the Garden of Love
and eat its vchoicest fruits.