¹⁰ ·Your love is so sweet [^LHow beautiful is your love], my sister [4:9], my bride.
    Your love is better than wine [^Cmakes one lightheaded],
    and ·your perfume [^Lthe scent of your oils] smells better than any spice.
¹¹ My bride, your lips drip honey;
    honey and milk are under your tongue [^Csensuous liquids that he will explore].
    Your clothes smell like the cedars of Lebanon [^Cthe best cedars].
¹² My sister [4:9], my bride, you are like a garden locked up [^Cshe has not been entered by a man],
    like a ·walled-in [sealed] spring, a ·closed-up [locked] fountain.
¹³ Your ·limbs [^Lshoots; ^Ca botanical term either referring to the woman’s legs or her genital organs] are like an orchard
    of pomegranates with all the best fruit,
filled with ·flowers [henna; 1:14] and nard,
¹⁴ nard and saffron [^Cspicy floral scent], calamus [^Cwoody odor], and cinnamon,
    with trees of incense, myrrh [^Caromatic gum from tree bark], and aloes [^Ca fragrant wood]—
    all the best spices.
¹⁵ You are like a garden fountain—
    a well of ·fresh [^Lliving] water
·flowing [streaming] down from the mountains of Lebanon.