⁹ My ^[a]sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded mine heart: thou hast wounded mine heart with one of thine ^[b]eyes, and with a chain of thy neck.

¹⁰ My sister, my Spouse, how fair is thy love? how much better is thy love than wine? and the savor of thine ointments than all spices?

¹² My sister, my spouse is as a garden enclosed, as a spring shut up, and a fountain sealed up.