JuliaSmith(i)
11 Come, my beloved, we will go forth to the field; we will lodge in the villages.
12 We will rise early to the vineyards; we will see if the vine was fruitful, the vine blossoms opened, the pomegranates blossomed: there will I give my beloved to thee.
13 The mandrakes gave an odor, and upon our entrances all precious things, new also old, my beloved, I laid up for thee.