Song of Songs 4:10-16 O how fair are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse? Thy breasts are more pleasant than wine, and the smell of thine ointments passeth all spices.

MSTC⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹⁰ O how fair are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse? Thy breasts are more pleasant than wine, and the smell of thine ointments passeth all spices. ¹¹ Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb; yea, milk and honey is under thy tongue, and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of frankincense. ¹² Thou art a well kept garden, O my sister, my spouse, thou are a well kept watering spring, and a sealed well. ¹³ The fruits that sprout in thee are like a very Paradise of pomegranates with sweet fruits: ¹⁴ as Cypress, Nardus, Saffron, Calamus, and all the trees of Lebanon: Myrrh, Aloes, and all the best spices. ¹⁵ Thou art a well of gardens, a well of living waters, which run down from Lebanon. ¹⁶ Up thou North wind, come thou South wind, and blow upon my garden, that the smell thereof may be carried on every side: yea, that my beloved may come into my garden, and eat of the fruits and apples that grow therein.