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12 A garden locked is my sister, my bride,
    a fountain sealed.
13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates
    with all choicest fruits,
    henna with nard,
14     nard and saffron,
    calamus and cinnamon,
    with all trees of frankincense,
    myrrh and aloes,
    with all the chief spices—
15 a garden fountain,
    a well of living water,
    and flowing streams from Lebanon.

The Woman

16 Awake, O north wind,
    and come, O south wind!
Blow upon my garden,
    that its spices may flow out.
Let my beloved come to his garden,
    and eat its choicest fruits.

The Man

I come to my garden, my sister, my bride;
    I gather my myrrh with my spice;
I eat my honeycomb with my honey;
    I drink my wine with my milk.

Friends of the Man

Eat, friends!
    Drink, and be drunk with love!