The Lover to His Beloved:

12 You are a locked garden, my sister, my bride;

you are an enclosed spring, a sealed-up fountain.

13 Your shoots are a royal garden full of pomegranates

with choice fruits:

henna with nard,

14 nard and saffron;

calamus and cinnamon with every kind of spice,

myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices.

15 You are a garden spring,

a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.