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How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is your love than wine! and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices!
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Your lips, O my spouse, drop like the honeycomb: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
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A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
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Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; henna, with spikenard,
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Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
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A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
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Awake, O north wind; and come, you south; blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat its pleasant fruits.