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. 13 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.