Song of Songs 4:11-14 Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

NHEB⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹¹ Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon. ¹² A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain. ¹³ Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants, ¹⁴ spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,