Song of Songs 4:11

So he came near and kissed him; and he smelled the smell of his garments, and then he blessed him and said, “See, the smell of my son Is like the smell of a field which Yahweh has blessed;

For the lips of a strange woman drip honey And smoother than oil is her speech;

Eat honey, my son, for it is good, Indeed, the honey from the comb is sweet to your taste;

“I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have picked my myrrh along with my balsam. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, friends; Drink and imbibe deeply, O lovers.”

His shoots will go forth, And his splendor will be like the olive tree And his fragrance like the cedars of Lebanon.