4:13 Your shoots are a royal garden
with choice fruits:
henna with nard,
The Beloved to Her Lover:
4:16 Awake, O north wind; come, O south wind!
Blow on my garden so that its fragrant spices may send out their sweet smell.
May my beloved come into his garden
and eat its delightful fruit!
7:13 The mandrakes
over our door is every delicacy,
both new and old, which I have stored up for you, my lover.