¹² “My darling bride is like a private garden, a spring that no one else can have, a fountain of my own. ^13-14 You are like a lovely orchard bearing precious fruit,^[a] with the rarest of perfumes; nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, and perfume from every other incense tree, as well as myrrh and aloes, and every other lovely spice. ¹⁵ You are a garden fountain, a well of living water, refreshing as the streams from the Lebanon mountains.”

The Girl: ¹⁶ “Come, north wind, awaken; come, south wind, blow upon my garden and waft its lovely perfume to my beloved. Let him come into his garden and eat its choicest fruits.”