⁹ You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride;^(A)
    you have stolen my heart
with one glance of your eyes,
    with one jewel of your necklace.^(B)
10 How delightful^(C) is your love^(D), my sister, my bride!
    How much more pleasing is your love than wine,^(E)
and the fragrance of your perfume^(F)
    more than any spice!
¹¹ Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;
    milk and honey are under your tongue.^(G)
The fragrance of your garments
    is like the fragrance of Lebanon.^(H)