⁸ But I am like an olive tree^(A)
    flourishing in the house of God;
I trust^(B) in God’s unfailing love
    for ever and ever.

¹¹ Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;
    milk and honey are under your tongue.^(A)
The fragrance of your garments
    is like the fragrance of Lebanon.^(B)