Song of Songs 4:11-13

New International Reader's Version

¹¹ Your lips are as sweet as honey, my bride.
    Milk and honey are under your tongue.
    Your clothes smell like the cedar trees in Lebanon.
¹² My bride, you are like a garden that is locked up.
    My sister, you are like a spring of water that has a fence around it.
    You are like a fountain that is sealed up.
¹³ You are like trees whose branches are loaded
    with pomegranates, fine fruits, henna and nard,