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Non-Exact Match

Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants,

Awake, north wind; and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits. Lover

The mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.