⁹ You have captured my heart,
    my treasure,^[a] my bride.
You hold it hostage with one glance of your eyes,
    with a single jewel of your necklace.
¹⁰ Your love delights me,
    my treasure, my bride.
Your love is better than wine,
    your perfume more fragrant than spices.
¹¹ Your lips are as sweet as nectar, my bride.
    Honey and milk are under your tongue.
Your clothes are scented
    like the cedars of Lebanon.