Song of Solomon 4:11-13

Expanded Bible

¹¹ My bride, your lips drip honey;
    honey and milk are under your tongue [^Csensuous liquids that he will explore].
    Your clothes smell like the cedars of Lebanon [^Cthe best cedars].
¹² My sister [4:9], my bride, you are like a garden locked up [^Cshe has not been entered by a man],
    like a ·walled-in [sealed] spring, a ·closed-up [locked] fountain.
¹³ Your ·limbs [^Lshoots; ^Ca botanical term either referring to the woman’s legs or her genital organs] are like an orchard
    of pomegranates with all the best fruit,
filled with ·flowers [henna; 1:14] and nard,