Song of Songs 4:11-15 Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, O bride; Honey and milk are under your tongue, And the scent of your raiment is like the scent of Lebanon."

CLV⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹¹ Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, O bride; Honey and milk are under your tongue, And the scent of your raiment is like the scent of Lebanon." ¹² You are a garden latched, my sister, O bride, A garden latched, a spring sealed." ¹³ Your runners form a park of pomegranates, With finest fruit, Henna blossoms with nards, ¹⁴ Nard and saffron, reed and cinnamon, With all the woods of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, With all the topmost aromatics." ¹⁵ You are a spring for gardens, A well of living waters, Even those flowing from Lebanon."