A (10) How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
B (11) Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
C (12) A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
D (13) Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
E (14) Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
F (15) A fountain of gardens,
G (15) a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
F1 (16) Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden,
E1 (16) that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden,
D1 (16) and eat his pleasant fruits.
C1 (1) I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse:
B1 (1) I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
A1 (1) I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.