Chiasm

Song of Solomon 4:10–12

Song of Solomon 4:10–123 pivots

Read down to the center, where the pattern turns; then rise back out through its mirror.

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

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