Song of Songs 4:16-16 Up thou north wynde, come thou south wynde, and blowe vpon my garden, that the smell therof maybe caryed on euery syde: yee that my beloued maye come into hys garden, & eate of the swete frutes that growe therin.

Great⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹⁶ Up thou north wynde, come thou south wynde, and blowe vpon my garden, that the smell therof maybe caryed on euery syde: yee that my beloued maye come into hys garden, & eate of the swete frutes that growe therin.