¹⁶ Awake, O north wind,
    and come, O south wind!
Blow upon my ^(A)garden,
    let its spices flow.

She

^(B)Let my beloved come to his ^(C)garden,
    and eat its ^(D)choicest fruits.

She

² My beloved has gone down to his ^(A)garden
    to ^(B)the beds of spices,
to ^(C)graze^[a] in the gardens
    and to gather ^(D)lilies.