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11 The winter is over; the rains have stopped;
12     in the countryside the flowers are in bloom.
This is the time for singing;
    the song of doves is heard in the fields.
13 Figs are beginning to ripen;
    the air is fragrant with blossoming vines.
Come then, my love;
    my darling, come with me.

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11 See! The winter is past;
    the rains are over and gone.
12 Flowers appear on the earth;
    the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
    is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree forms its early fruit;(A)
    the blossoming(B) vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
    my beautiful one, come with me.”

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