Song of Songs 4:10-5:1 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride. How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all kinds of spices.

VIN⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹⁰ How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride. How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all kinds of spices. 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 A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain. ¹³ Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with excellent fruits, with henna and spikenard; ¹⁴ spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices, ¹⁵ You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water, streams flowing from Lebanon. ¹⁶ Awake, north wind, and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits. ⁵ ¹ I have come into my garden, my sister, [my] bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey. I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends. Drink, yea. Drink abundantly, O beloved.