Pieśń nad Pieśniami 4:12LXX

10How fair is thy love, my sister, spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

11Thy lips, O spouse, drop the honeycomb: honey and milk under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments like the smell of Lebanon.

12A garden inclosed my sister, spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

13Thy plants an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,

14Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: