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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! (4:10) 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 (4:11) A garden enclosed [is] my sister, [my] spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed (4:12) Thy plants [are] an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard, (4:13) Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: (4:14) A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon (4:15) Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, [that] the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits
(4:16)
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