Song of Solomon 4:14

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.

My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden;

a locked up spring,

a sealed fountain.

Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits,

henna with spikenard plants,

a fountain of gardens,

a well of living waters,

flowing streams from Lebanon.

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.