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11 For behold, the winter passed away, the rain glided away; it went for itself. 12 The flowers were seen in the earth; the time of pruning came, and the voice of the turtle-dove was heard in our land. 13 The fig tree ripened its unripe figs, and the vines are in blossom; they gave an odor. Rise up, my friend, my beautiful one, and go for thyself. Song of Solomon 2:11-13, Smith's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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