Song of Songs 4:11-12

The Bridegroom-King

11 Your loving words are like the honeycomb to me; your tongue releases milk and honey, for I find the promised land flowing within you.  The fragrance of your worshiping love surrounds you with scented robes of white.  12 My darling bride, my private paradise, fastened to my heart.  A secret spring that no one else can have are you - my bubbling fountain hidden from public view.  What a perfect partner to me now that I have you.