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11 Honey comes from your lips, my bride. Honey and milk are under your tongue. And the sweet smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon. 12 A garden closed and locked is my sister, my bride, a garden shut up and covered over. 13 Your young branches are a garden of pomegranates with all the best fruits, henna with nard plants.

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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)
12 You are a garden(C) locked up, my sister, my bride;(D)
    you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.(E)
13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates(F)
    with choice fruits,
    with henna(G) and nard,

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