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The fig tree puts forth its green figs, and the vines with the tender grapes give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

I have put off my robe; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how could I soil them?

My beloved put in his hand by the latch of the door, and my heart was thrilled for him.