¹² My sister, my^[a] bride, is a locked garden
    a locked rock garden, a sealed up spring.
¹³ Your shoots are an orchard^[b] of pomegranates,
    with choice fruit, henna with nard,
¹⁴ nard and saffron,
    calamus and cinnamon,
with all the trees of frankincense,
    along with myrrh and aloes, and all the finest spices.^[c]
15 You are a garden spring,
    a well of fresh water,
        streams flowing from Lebanon.

¹⁶ Awake, north wind, and come, south wind.
    Make my garden breathe out,
        let its fragrance^[d] flow.
Let my beloved come into his garden,
    and let him eat its choicest fruits.

5 I’ve come into my garden, my sister, my^[e] bride;
I’ve gathered my myrrh with my spices.
I’ve eaten my honeycomb with my honey.
I’ve drunk my wine with my milk.