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11 For behold, the winter has past,
    the rain is over, it has gone.
12 Blossoms appear in the land,
    the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtle-dove
    is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree ripens its early figs.
    The blossoming vines give off their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling,
    my pretty one, and come, come!

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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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