Song of Songs 4:12-5:1

New International Reader's Version

¹² My bride, you are like a garden that is locked up.
    My sister, you are like a spring of water that has a fence around it.
    You are like a fountain that is sealed up.
¹³ You are like trees whose branches are loaded
    with pomegranates, fine fruits, henna and nard,
¹⁴     with nard and saffron, cane and cinnamon.
You are like every kind of incense tree.
    You have myrrh, aloes
    and all the finest spices.
¹⁵ You are like a fountain in a garden.
    You are like a well of flowing water
    streaming down from Lebanon.”

¹⁶ “Wake up, north wind!
    Come, south wind!
Blow on my garden.
    Then its sweet smell will spread everywhere.
Let my love come into his garden.
    Let him taste its fine fruits.”

5 “My bride, I have come into my garden.
    My sister, I’ve gathered my myrrh and my spice.
I’ve eaten my honeycomb and my honey.
    I’ve drunk my wine and my milk.”

“Friends, eat and drink.
    Drink up all the love you want.”