You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;
you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes,
with one joint of your neck.
How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much better is your love than wine,
and the fragrance of your oils than spices!
Your lips drip nectar, my bride;
honey and milk are under your tongue;
the fragrance of your garments
is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

An enclosed garden is my sister, my bride,
a hidden spring, a fountain sealed.
Your limbs are a paradise of pomegranates
with all choicest fruits, henna and nard,
spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,
with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes,
with all choice spices—
a garden spring, a well of living water,
flowing streams from Lebanon.

Awake, O north wind,
and come, O south wind!
Blow upon my garden,
and let its spices flow.

-- Song of Solomon