¹⁶ Awake, O north wind,
And come, O south!
Blow upon my garden,
That its spices may flow out.
^(A)Let my beloved come to his garden
And eat its pleasant ^(B)fruits.

5 I ^(A)have come to my garden, my ^(B)sister, my spouse;
I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;
^(C)I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
I have drunk my wine with my milk.

Eat, O ^(D)friends!
Drink, yes, drink deeply,
O beloved ones!