9. You have put heart into me, My sister, my bride; You have put heart into me With one glance of your eyes, With one bead of your necklace.
10. How sweet have been your loves, My sister, my bride! How much better than wine are your loves, And the fragrance of your perfumes than all spices!
11. Your lips, O my bride, drip as the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under your tongue. And the fragrance of your garments Is like the fragrance of Leḇanon.
12. A garden locked is my sister, my bride, A fountain locked, a spring sealed up.