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,