Song of Songs 4:16-5:1 Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow.

DouayRheims⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹⁶ Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow. ⁵ ¹ Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved.