I went down to the orchard of nut trees
To see the blossoms of the valley,
To see whether the vine had budded
Or the pomegranates had bloomed.
Song of Solomon 6:11
How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much better is your love than wine,
And the fragrance of your oils
Than all kinds of spices!
Your lips, my bride, drip honey;
Honey and milk are under your tongue,
And the fragrance of your garments
is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
Song of Solomon 3:10-11
Peace like a river
Love like a fountain
The wind of Your Spirit is blowing
Joy like a fountain
Healing spring of life
Come Holy Spirit
Let your fire fall
You are a fountain springing up in a garden,
a well of living waters,
and flowing streams from Lebanon.
Song of Solomon 4:15
A garden locked is my sister, my bride,
A rock garden locked,
a spring sealed up.
Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates
With choice fruits, henna with nard plants,
Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,
With all the trees of frankincense,
Myrrh and aloes,
along with all the finest spices.
Song of Solomon 4:12-14
Meer van Beloved Daughter:
My Beloved has gone
down to his garden,
to the beds of spices,
in the gardens and to gather lilies.
I am my Beloved’s and my Beloved is mine;
he browses among the lilies.
Song of Solomon 6:2-3