A Garden Locked is My Bride

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

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