Song of Songs 4:16
Thomson 1808
Awake O north wind, come also, O south wind and blow gently through my garden, and let my aromatic spices flow. Let my dear brother come down to his garden; and taste the delicious fruits thereof.
Brenton 1851
Awake, O north wind; and come, O south; and blow through my garden, and let my spices flow out.
Greek · Brenton
Ἐξεγέρθητι βοῤῥᾶ, καὶ ἔρχου Νότε, καὶ διάπνευσον κῆπόν μου, καὶ ῥευσάτωσαν ἀρώματά μου.