LEB(i)
16 Awake, O north wind! Come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden! Let its fragrances* waft forth!* Let my beloved come to his garden, let him eat his choice fruit!
5 1 I have come to my garden, my sister 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 and become drunk with love⌋!*