Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out.
Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious fruits.
I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] bride: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends;
Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.