Awake, north wind; yea, come, south wind; blow on my garden; let its spices flow out. Let my Beloved come into His garden and eat its excellent fruits.
And the harbor not being fit for wintering, the majority gave counsel to set sail from there, if somehow they may be able to pass the winter, having arrived at Phoenix, a harbor of Crete looking toward the southwest, and with winds toward the northwest.
And there being much abstinence, then standing up in their midst, Paul said, Truly, O men, obeying me you ought not to have set sail from Crete, and to spare yourselves and this hardship and loss.