Song of Solomon 4:16 ~ Cantares 4:16

A wake, north wind; and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.

“Despierta, viento del norte, Y ven, viento del sur; Hagan que mi huerto exhale fragancia, Que se esparzan sus aromas. Entre mi amado en su huerto Y coma sus mejores frutas.”

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