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the fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, My love, My beautiful one, and come away.

I have put off My coat; How shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

My Beloved put in His hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for Him.