Song of Solomon 4:11-13

Easy-to-Read Version

¹¹ My bride, your lips drip honey.
    Honey and milk are under your tongue.
Your clothes smell as sweet as perfume.^[a]
12 My darling, my bride,
    you are pure like a locked garden.
You are like a locked pool,
    a closed fountain.
¹³ Your limbs are like a garden
    filled with pomegranates and other pleasant fruit,
with all the best spices:
    henna,^[b]