Song of Solomon 4:11-13

New Century Version

¹¹ My bride, your lips drip honey;
    honey and milk are under your tongue.
    Your clothes smell like the cedars of Lebanon.
¹² My sister, my bride, you are like a garden locked up,
    like a walled-in spring, a closed-up fountain.
¹³ Your limbs are like an orchard
    of pomegranates with all the best fruit,
filled with flowers and nard,