⁹ You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride;^(A)
    you have stolen my heart
with one glance of your eyes,
    with one jewel of your necklace.^(B)
10 How delightful^(C) is your love^(D), my sister, my bride!
    How much more pleasing is your love than wine,^(E)
and the fragrance of your perfume^(F)
    more than any spice!
¹¹ Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;
    milk and honey are under your tongue.^(G)
The fragrance of your garments
    is like the fragrance of Lebanon.^(H)
12 You are a garden^(I) locked up, my sister, my bride;^(J)
    you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.^(K)
13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates^(L)
    with choice fruits,
    with henna^(M) and nard,
¹⁴     nard and saffron,
    calamus and cinnamon,^(N)
    with every kind of incense tree,
    with myrrh^(O) and aloes^(P)
    and all the finest spices.^(Q)
15 You are^[a] a garden^(R) fountain,^(S)
    a well of flowing water
    streaming down from Lebanon.