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|Cantares 4:11|
Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like that of Lebanon.
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12
|Cantares 4:12|
You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride; you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.
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13
|Cantares 4:13|
Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruits, with henna and nard,
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14
|Cantares 4:14|
nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree, with myrrh and aloes and all the finest spices.
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15
|Cantares 4:15|
You are [Or I am (spoken by the Beloved)] a garden fountain, a well of flowing water streaming down from Lebanon.
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16
|Cantares 4:16|
Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread abroad. Let my lover come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.
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