12  A garden locked is my sister, my bride,

a ^hspring locked, a fountain sealed.

13  Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates

with all ⁱchoicest fruits,

^jhenna with ^knard,

14  nard and saffron, ^lcalamus and cinnamon,

with all trees of frankincense,

^mmyrrh and aloes,

with all choice spices—

15  a garden fountain, a well of living water,

and flowing streams from Lebanon.

16  Awake, O north wind,

and come, O south wind!

Blow upon my ⁿgarden,

let its spices flow.

Let ^omy beloved come to his garden,

and eat its choicest fruits.

1  I came to my ^pgarden, ^qmy sister, my bride,

I gathered my myrrh with my spice,

I ate my honeycomb with my ^rhoney,

I drank my wine with my milk.

Eat, friends, drink,

and be drunk with love!