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Your lips, O my spouse, Drip as 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, Fragrant 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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The Shulamite Awake, O north wind, And come, O south! Blow upon my garden, That its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come to his garden And eat its pleasant fruits.