When a gentle south wind began to blow, they thought they had their opportunity. So they weighed anchor and sailed along, hugging the coast of Crete.
Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind. Breathe on my garden and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my beloved
You whose clothes get hot when the land lies hushed under the south wind,
And when the south wind blows, you say, ‘It will be hot,’ and it is.
He stirred the east wind from the heavens and drove the south wind by His might.