Song of Solomon 4
New Living Translation
[12] You are my private garden, my treasure, my bride,
a secluded spring, a hidden fountain.
[13] Your thighs shelter a paradise of pomegranates
with rare spices—henna with nard,
Song of Solomon 4:16
New Living Translation
Young woman’s response: Awake, north wind! Rise up, south wind! Blow on my garden and spread its fragrance all around. Come into your garden, my love; taste its finest fruits.
Many of you men do this to your wives and most women love it, no be true?”.
