10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

11 Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

12 A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

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10 How beautiful is your love, my (A)sister, my bride!
    How much (B)better is your love than wine,
    and (C)the fragrance of your oils than any spice!
11 Your (D)lips drip nectar, my bride;
    (E)honey and milk are under your tongue;
    the fragrance of your garments is (F)like the fragrance of (G)Lebanon.
12 A garden locked is my (H)sister, my bride,
    a spring locked, (I)a fountain (J)sealed.

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