JuliaSmith(i)
11 Thy lips will drop honey droppings, O bride: honey and milk under thy tongue, and the odor of thy garments as the odor of Lebanon.
12 A garden shut up, my sister, O bride; a reservoir shut up, a fountain sealed.
13 Thy sendings forth a park of pomegranates, with most precious fruits, cypresses with spikenards,
14 Spikenard and saffron; the reed and cinnamon, with all the woods of Lebanon; myrrh and aloes, with all the heads of spices.
15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters and flowings from Lebanon.