16  Awake, O north wind,

and come, O south wind!

Blow upon my ⁿgarden,

let its spices flow.

Let ^omy beloved come to his garden,

and eat its choicest fruits.

13  The ^zmandrakes give forth fragrance,

and beside our doors are all ^achoice fruits,

new as well as old,

which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.