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Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the villages.
Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine hath budded, (And) its blossom is open, (And) the pomegranates are in flower: There will I give thee my love.
The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
(ASV)