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Come, my beloved,
Let us go forth to the field;
Let us lodge in the villages.
12
Let us get up early to the vineyards;
Let us d see if the vine has budded,
Whether the grape blossoms are open,
And the pomegranates are in bloom.
There I will give you my love.
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The e mandrakes give off a fragrance,
And at our gates f are pleasant fruits,
All manner, new and old,
Which I have laid up for you, my beloved.