Tota pulchra es amica mea, et macula non est in te. Favus distillans labia tua sponsa, mel et lac sub lingua tua: et odor vestimentorum tuorum sicut odor thuris. Iam enim hiems transiit, imber abiit, et recessit. Flores apparuerunt in terra nostra, tempus putationis advenit: vox turturis audita est in terra nostra: Veni de Libano sponsa mea, veni de Libano, veni, coronaberis.
Canticum Canticorum 4:7-11, 2:11-12
Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee. Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the fragrance of thy ointments is above all aromatic oils. For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon.
Song of Solomon 4:7-11, 2:11-12