← Song of Solomon
- 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.
- D. 13 Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
- E. 14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
- F. 15a A fountain of gardens,
- G. 15b a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon. (CENTER)
- F'. 16a Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden,
- E'. 16b that the spices thereof may flow out.
- D'. 16c and eat his pleasant fruits.
- C'. 1a I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse:
- B'. 1b I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
- A'. 1c I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.