From Sefaria:
Song of Songs (“Shir Hashirim”) is one of the five megillot (scrolls), part of the section of the Hebrew Bible called Writings. Attributed in its opening verse to King Solomon, the book records poetic conversations between two lovers, describing their pursuit of each other through vineyards and fields of blossoming flowers. It is traditionally understood as a metaphor for the loving relationship between God and the people of Israel, and is often read publicly on Passover or on Shabbat evening.
To a mare in Pharaoh’s chariots: (10) Your cheeks are comely with plaited wreaths,
Your neck with strings of jewels. (11) We will add wreaths of gold
To your spangles of silver.
(12) While the king was on his couch,
My nard gave forth its fragrance. (13) My beloved to me is a bag of myrrh
Lodged between my breasts. (14) My beloved to me is a spray of henna blooms
From the vineyards of En-gedi.
(15) Ah, you are fair, my darling,
Ah, you are fair,
With your dove-like eyes!
“Arise, my darling;
My fair one, come away! (11) For now the winter is past,
The rains are over and gone. (12) The blossoms have appeared in the land,
The time of pruningcOr “singing.” has come;
The song of the turtledove
Is heard in our land. (13) The green figs form on the fig tree,
The vines in blossom give off fragrance.
Arise, my darling;
My fair one, come away!
I sought the one I love—
I sought, but found him not. (2) “I must rise and roam the town,
Through the streets and through the squares;
I must seek the one I love.”
I sought but found him not. (3) bLit. “The watchmen met me.”I met the watchmen-b
Who patrol the town.
“Have you seen the one I love?” (4) Scarcely had I passed them
When I found the one I love.
I held him fast, I would not let him go
Till I brought him to my mother’s house,
To the chamber of her who conceived me
My own, my bride!
How much more delightful your love than wine,
Your ointments more fragrant
Than any spice! (11) Sweetness drops
From your lips, O bride;
Honey and milk
Are under your tongue;
And the scent of your robes
Is like the scent of Lebanon.
(12) A garden locked
Is my own, my bride,
A fountain locked,
A sealed-up spring. (13) Your limbs are an orchard of pomegranates
And of all luscious fruits,
Of henna and of nard— (14) Nard and saffron,
Fragrant reed and cinnamon,
With all aromatic woods,
Myrrh and aloes—
All the choice perfumes. (15) gEmendation yields “The spring in my garden / Is a well of fresh water.”[You are] a garden spring,
A well of fresh water,-g
A rill of Lebanon.
(16) Awake, O north wind,
Come, O south wind!
Blow upon my garden,
That its perfume may spread.
Let my beloved come to his garden
And enjoy its luscious fruits!
Song of Songs Rabbah IV:16:1:
“Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out.” R. Huna said in the name of R. Joshua b. R. Benjamin b. Levi: In this world when the south wind blows the north wind does not blow, and when the north wind blows the south wind does not blow. But in the time to come God will bring a strong clearing wind on the world and drive on the two winds together so that both will be in action, as it is written, “I will say to the north: Give up, and to the south: Keep not back” (Isa. 43:6).
Extrapolation on Milton Steinberg "Inviting the North Wind" by Rabbi Marina Yergin):
For a Yizkor sermon on Pesah, Steinberg...focuses on the winds: while the South Wind comes from Egypt and is warm, moist, and fragrant, the North Wind is from Anatolia and Armenia, from the hills of snow and cold. Flowers that only know the South Wind are frail and do not attain full beauty, which is why the poet invokes the North Wind. This is not about nature but about the spirit. On Yizkor, we think about the North Wind and how it has blown our lives apart. While we all want the South Wind, we need the North Wind, adversity and struggle, to teach us strength of character and sympathy for others.
O fairest of women?
Whither has your beloved turned?
Let us seek him with you.” (2) My beloved has gone down to his garden,
To the beds of spices,
To browse in the gardens
And to pick lilies. (3) I am my beloved’s
And my beloved is mine;
He browses among the lilies.
Whither has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? (Song of Songs 6:1) The nations of the world [here] speak to Israel: “Whither has your beloved gone? From Egypt to the Sea, to Sinai. Whither has your beloved turned?” And Israel answers the nations of the world.... “Once I had cleaved to Him, can I be apart from Him? Once He had cleaved to me, can He depart from me? Wherever He may be, he comes to me.”