¹⁶ Awake, north wind,
    and come, south wind!
Blow on my garden,^(A)
    that its fragrance^(B) may spread everywhere.
Let my beloved^(C) come into his garden
    and taste its choice fruits.^(D)

¹⁶ His mouth^(A) is sweetness itself;
    he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved,^(B) this is my friend,
    daughters of Jerusalem.^(C)