³ Like an apple tree among the trees of the woods,
So is my beloved among the sons.
I sat down in his shade with great delight,
And ^(A)his fruit was sweet to my taste.

¹³ Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates
With pleasant fruits,
Fragrant henna with spikenard,

¹⁶ Awake, O north wind,
And come, O south!
Blow upon my garden,
That its spices may flow out.
^(A)Let my beloved come to his garden
And eat its pleasant ^(B)fruits.