Song of Solomon 4:13

9 You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your neck.

10 How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices.

11 Your lips, my bride, drip sweetness like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon.

12 My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.

13 Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard,

14 with nard and saffron, with calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of frankincense tree, with myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices.

15 You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.

16 Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind. Breathe on my garden and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choicest fruits.

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