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11 Look, the winter is past;
    the rains are over and gone.
12 Blossoms appear through all the land.
    The time has come to sing;
    the cooing of doves is heard in our land.
13 There are young figs on the fig trees,
    and the blossoms on the vines smell sweet.
Get up, my darling;
    let’s go away, my beautiful one.”

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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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