Sng Song of Solomon, chapter Song of Solomon, chapter 4
Awake, O north wind; and come, youi south; blow upon my garden, [that] the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
Awake, O north wind; and come, youi south; blow upon my garden, [that] the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.