11 Come my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine hath budded and its blossom be open and the pomegranates be in flower; there will I give thee my love.
13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance and at our door are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.