How beautiful is your love, my sister bride! How better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!

nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon spice with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes with all chief spices.

I have come to my garden, my sister bride, I have gathered my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk! Eat, O friends! {Drink and become drunk [with] love}!

His cheeks [are] like beds of spice, a tower of fragrances; his lips [are] lilies dripping liquid myrrh.

My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the garden bed of the spice, to pasture his flock and to gather lilies in the garden.