Song of Songs 4:8-12

Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Come with me from Lebanon, from the top of Mount Amana, from the tops of Mount Senir and Mount Hermon. Come from the lions’ dens and from the leopards’ hills. My sister, my bride, you have thrilled my heart; you have thrilled my heart with a glance of your eyes, with one sparkle from your necklace. Your love is so sweet, my sister, my bride. Your love is better than wine, and your perfume smells better than any spice. My bride, your lips drip honey; honey and milk are under your tongue. Your clothes smell like the cedars of Lebanon. My sister, my bride, you are like a garden locked up, like a walled-in spring, a closed-up fountain.