strkjv@Songs:4:10 @ 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!

strkjv@Songs:4:11 @ 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.

strkjv@Songs:4:12 @ A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

strkjv@Songs:4:13 @ Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,

strkjv@Songs:4:14 @ Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

strkjv@Songs:4:15 @ A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

strkjv@Songs:4:16 @ 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.

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