Thy lips, O {\i my} bride, drop {\i as} the honeycomb:\par\tab Honey and milk are under thy tongue;\par\tab And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
And I find more bitter than death the woman whose heart is snares and nets, {\i and} whose hands are bands: whoso pleaseth God shall escape from her; but the sinner shall be taken by her.