¹² You are my private garden, my treasure, my bride,
    a secluded spring, a hidden fountain.
¹³ Your thighs shelter a paradise of pomegranates
    with rare spices—
henna with nard,
¹⁴     nard and saffron,
    fragrant calamus and cinnamon,
with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes,
    and every other lovely spice.
¹⁵ You are a garden fountain,
    a well of fresh water
    streaming down from Lebanon’s mountains.