American Standard Version of 1901
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For I, Jehovah, change not; therefore ye, O sons of Jacob, are not consumed.
And when the south wind blew softly, supposing that they had obtained their purpose, they weighed anchor and sailed along Crete, close in shore.
Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south;Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out.Let my beloved come into his garden,And eat his precious fruits.
And it came to pass, when the days {Greek: were being filled.}were well-nigh come that he should be received up, he stedfastly set his face to go to Jerusalem,