¹¹ Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;
    milk and honey are under your tongue.^(A)
The fragrance of your garments
    is like the fragrance of Lebanon.^(B)

¹¹ See! The winter is past;
    the rains are over and gone.
¹² Flowers appear on the earth;
    the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
    is heard in our land.
¹³ The fig tree forms its early fruit;^(A)
    the blossoming^(B) vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
    my beautiful one, come with me.”

⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,^(A)
    come with me from Lebanon.
Descend from the crest of Amana,
    from the top of Senir,^(B) the summit of Hermon,^(C)
from the lions’ dens
    and the mountain haunts of leopards.