“Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb.Honey and milk are under your tongue.The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.”
Song of Solomon 4:11 (WEB)
Context Reading
9You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride.You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes,with one chain of your neck. 10How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!How much better is your love than wine,the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices! 11Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb.Honey and milk are under your tongue.The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon. 12My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden;a locked up spring,a sealed fountain. 13Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits,henna with spikenard plants,