Song of Solomon 7:11-13

¹¹Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the villages.

¹²Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, And the pomegranates bud forth: There will I give thee my loves.

¹³The mandrakes give a smell, And at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, New and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.