MLV(i)
9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
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.
12 A garden shut up is my sister, my bride, a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.