Thy lips, O 'my' bride, drop 'as' the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Spousesse, thi lippis ben an hony coomb droppynge; hony and mylk ben vndur thi tunge, and þe odour of thi clothis is as þe odour of encence.