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12 My sister [4:9], my bride, you are like a garden locked up [C she has not been entered by a man],
    like a ·walled-in [sealed] spring, a ·closed-up [locked] fountain.
13 Your ·limbs [L shoots; C a botanical term either referring to the woman’s legs or her genital organs] are like an orchard
    of pomegranates with all the best fruit,
filled with ·flowers [henna; 1:14] and nard,
14 nard and saffron [C spicy floral scent], calamus [C woody odor], and cinnamon,
    with trees of incense, myrrh [C aromatic gum from tree bark], and aloes [C a fragrant wood]
    all the best spices.
15 You are like a garden fountain—
    a well of ·fresh [L living] water
·flowing [streaming] down from the mountains of Lebanon.

The Woman Speaks

16 Awake, north wind.
    Come, south wind.
Blow on my garden,
    and let its ·sweet smells [spices] flow out.
Let my lover enter the garden
    and eat its best fruits [C she desires physical intimacy].

The Man Speaks

I have entered my garden, my sister [4:9], my bride.
    I have gathered my myrrh with my spice.
I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey.
    I have drunk my wine and my milk [C he enjoys physical intimacy with her].

The Friends Speak

Eat, friends, and drink;
yes, ·drink deeply [be intoxicated], lovers.

12 
“A garden enclosed is my sister, my [promised] bride—
A rock garden locked, a spring sealed up.
13 
“Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates,
[A paradise] with precious fruits, henna with fragrant plants,(A)
14 
Fragrant plants and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,
With all trees of frankincense,
Myrrh and aloes, along with all the finest spices.
15 
You are a fountain in a garden,
A well of fresh and living water,
And streams flowing from Lebanon.”(B)

(The Shulammite Bride)

16 
“Awake, O north wind,
And come, south wind [blow softly upon my garden];
Make my garden breathe out fragrance, [for the one in whom my soul delights],
Let its spices flow forth.
Let my beloved come into his garden
And eat its choicest fruits.”

The Torment of Separation

(The Bridegroom)

“I have come into my garden, my sister, my [promised] bride;
I have gathered my myrrh along with my balsam and spice [from your sweet words].
I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
I have drunk my wine with my milk.
Eat, friends;
Drink and drink deeply, O lovers.”(C)