Song of Solomon 4:16 ~ Cantares 4:16

A wake, north wind, and come, south; Blow upon my garden, the spices thereof may flow forth. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat its precious fruits.

Levántate, Aquilón, y ven, Austro: Sopla mi huerto, despréndanse sus aromas. Venga mi amado á su huerto, Y coma de su dulce fruta.

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