12 We will go early to the vineyards,
We will see whether the vine flourishes;
Whether the buds open;
Whether the pomegranates blossom;
There will I give thee my love.
13 The mandrakes diffuse fragrance,
And at our door are all sorts of delicious fruit, [[184]]
Both new and old;
I have reserved them, O my beloved, for thee!
1 Chap. VIII. Oh that thou wert as my brother,