Your lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride, honey and milk are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
His young shoots will grow; his splendor will be like an olive tree, his fragrance like a cedar of Lebanon.
How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine; the fragrance of your perfume is better than any spice!
Once the satraps, prefects, governors, and ministers of the king had gathered around, they saw that those men were physically