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.
Song of Solomon 4:16
שִׁיר הַשִּׁירִים 4:16
שִׁיר הַשִּׁירִים 4:16
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.