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10 ·Your love is so sweet [L How beautiful is your love], my sister [4:9], my bride.
    Your love is better than wine [C makes one lightheaded],
    and ·your perfume [L the scent of your oils] smells better than any spice.
11 My bride, your lips drip honey;
    honey and milk are under your tongue [C sensuous liquids that he will explore].
    Your clothes smell like the cedars of Lebanon [C the best cedars].
12 My sister [4:9], my bride, you are like a garden locked up [C she has not been entered by a man],
    like a ·walled-in [sealed] spring, a ·closed-up [locked] fountain.
13 Your ·limbs [L shoots; C a 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 [C spicy floral scent], calamus [C woody odor], and cinnamon,
    with trees of incense, myrrh [C aromatic gum from tree bark], and aloes [C a fragrant wood]
    all the best spices.
15 You are like a garden fountain—
    a well of ·fresh [L living] water
·flowing [streaming] down from the mountains of Lebanon.

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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)
13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates(J)
    with choice fruits,
    with henna(K) and nard,
14     nard and saffron,
    calamus and cinnamon,(L)
    with every kind of incense tree,
    with myrrh(M) and aloes(N)
    and all the finest spices.(O)
15 You are[a] a garden(P) fountain,(Q)
    a well of flowing water
    streaming down from Lebanon.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 4:15 Or I am (spoken by She)

10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

11 Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

12 A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

13 Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,

14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

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