MLV(i)
10 How fair is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine and the fragrance of your oils than all manner of spices!
11 Your lips, O my bride, drop the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue and the smell of your 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 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants, 14 spikenard and saffron, cane and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices. 15 You are a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters and flowing streams from Lebanon.
16 Awake, O north wind and come, you south, breathe upon my garden, that the spices of it may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden and eat his precious fruits.
12 A garden shut up is my sister, my bride, a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. 13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants, 14 spikenard and saffron, cane and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices. 15 You are a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters and flowing streams from Lebanon.
16 Awake, O north wind and come, you south, breathe upon my garden, that the spices of it may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden and eat his precious fruits.