Song of Songs 4:8 - 4:11

Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,

May you come with me from Lebanon.

Journey down from the top of Amana,

From the top of Senir and Hermon,

From the dens of lions,

From the mountains of leopards.

You have made my heart beat faster, my sister, my bride;

You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes,

With a single strand of your necklace.

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 from the comb;

Honey and milk are under your tongue,

And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.