How beautiful are your expressions of love, my bride, my sister!
How much better are your expressions of love than wine and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice.
Your lips drip honey, my bride. Honey and milk are under your tongue.
The fragrance of your clothing is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
My bride, my sister is a garden that is locked, a garden that is locked, a spring that is sealed.
You are paradise that produces pomegranates and the best fruits, henna flowers and nard, nard and saffron, calamus, cinnamon and all kinds of incense, myrrh, aloes, and all best spices.
You are a spring for gardens, a well of living water flowing from Lebanon.
Song of Songs 4:10-15
Home and wealth are inherited from fathers,
but a sensible wife comes from the Lord.
My beloved is dazzling yet ruddy.
He stands out among 10,000 men.
His head is the finest gold.
His hair is wavy, black as a raven.
His eveys are set like doves bathing in milk.
His cheeks are like a garden of spices, a garden that produces scented herbs.
His lips are lilies that drip with myrrh.
His hands are disks of god set with emerald.
His chest is a block of ivory covered with sapphires.
His legs are columns of marble set on bases of pure gold.
His form is like Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
His mouth is sweet in every way.
Everything about him is desirable!
This my beloved, and this is my friend.
Song of Songs 5:10-16