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11 Come, my beloved, we will go forth to the field; we will lodge in the villages. 12 We will rise early to the vineyards; we will see if the vine was fruitful, the vine blossoms opened, the pomegranates blossomed: there will I give my beloved to thee. 13 The mandrakes gave an odor, and upon our entrances all precious things, new also old, my beloved, I laid up for thee. Song of Solomon 7:11-13, Smith's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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