Song of Solomon 4:9–14

⁹You 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.

¹⁰How delightful is your love,

my sister, my bride!

Your love is much better than wine,

and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices.

¹¹Your 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.

¹²My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up,

a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.

¹³Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates

with the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard,

¹⁴with nard and saffron, with calamus and cinnamon,

with every kind of frankincense tree,

with myrrh and aloes,

with all the finest spices.