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10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my kallah! How much better is thy love than yayin! And the scent of thine perfumes than any spice!

11 Thy lips, O my kallah, drip like the honeycomb; devash and cholov are under thy tongue; and the scent of thy garments is like the scent of the Levanon.

12 A gan (garden) locked is my sister, my kallah; a spring enclosed, a ma’ayan (fountain) sealed.

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10 How delightful(A) is your love(B), my sister, my bride!
    How much more pleasing is your love than wine,(C)
and the fragrance of your perfume(D)
    more than any spice!
11 Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;
    milk and honey are under your tongue.(E)
The fragrance of your garments
    is like the fragrance of Lebanon.(F)
12 You are a garden(G) locked up, my sister, my bride;(H)
    you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.(I)

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