Song of Songs 4:11-13

Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

¹¹Your lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride.^(A)
Honey and milk^(B) are under your tongue.
The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

¹²My sister, my bride, you are a locked garden –
a locked garden^[a] and a sealed spring.^(C)
¹³Your branches are a paradise^[b] of pomegranates
with choicest fruits;^(D)
henna with nard,