The fruits that sprout in thee are like a very Paradise of pomegranates with sweet fruits:

W Awaken, north wind—
come, south wind.
Blow on my garden,
and spread the fragrance of its spices.
Let my love come to his garden
and eat its choicest fruits.

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I have my own vineyard.
The 1,000 are for you, Solomon,
but 200 for those who guard its fruits.

The mandrakes give a fragrance, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.

I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.