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.

¡Levántate, Aquilón, y ven, Austro! ¡Soplad, y mi jardín desprenda sus aromas! ¡Venga mi amado a su jardín y coma de sus dulces frutos!

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