^6 (H)Until the day breaks
And the shadows flee away,
I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh
And to the hill of frankincense.

^7 (I)You are all fair, my love,
And there is no spot in you.
⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse,
With me from Lebanon.
Look from the top of Amana,
From the top of Senir ^(J)and Hermon,
From the lions’ dens,
From the mountains of the leopards.

⁹ You have ravished my heart,
My sister, my spouse;
You have ravished my heart
With one look of your eyes,
With one link of your necklace.
¹⁰ How fair is your love,
My sister, my spouse!
^(K)How much better than wine is your love,
And the ^[c]scent of your perfumes
Than all spices!
¹¹ Your lips, O my spouse,
Drip as the honeycomb;
^(L)Honey and milk are under your tongue;
And the fragrance of your garments
Is ^(M)like the fragrance of Lebanon.

¹² A garden ^[d]enclosed
Is my sister, my spouse,
A spring shut up,
A fountain sealed.
¹³ Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates
With pleasant fruits,
Fragrant henna with spikenard,
¹⁴ Spikenard and saffron,
Calamus and cinnamon,
With all trees of frankincense,
Myrrh and aloes,
With all the chief spices—
¹⁵ A fountain of gardens,
A well of ^(N)living waters,
And streams from Lebanon.