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11 Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field, 12 We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, || We see if the vine has flourished, || The sweet smelling-flower has opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, || There I give to you my loves; Song of Solomon 7:11-12, Literal Standard Version. Copyright © 2020 Covenant Press.
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