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10 (A)How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much (B)better is your love than wine,
And the (C)fragrance of your oils
Than all kinds of [a]spices!
11 Your lips, my bride, (D)drip (E)honey from the comb;
Honey and milk are under your tongue,
And the fragrance of your garments is like the (F)fragrance of Lebanon.
12 A garden locked is my sister, my bride,
A [b]rock garden locked, a (G)spring (H)sealed up.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 4:10 Or balsam odors
  2. Song of Songs 4:12 Lit stone heap