Song of Songs 4:9-11

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.