¹¹ Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed --

¹² We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;

³⁶ and after certain days, Paul said unto Barnabas, `Having turned back again, we may look after our brethren, in every city in which we have preached the word of the Lord -- how they are.'

¹⁶ `Ye did not choose out me, but I chose out you, and did appoint you, that ye might go away, and might bear fruit, and your fruit might remain, that whatever ye may ask of the Father in my name, He may give you.

⁷ and he said unto the vine-dresser, Lo, three years I come seeking fruit in this fig-tree, and do not find, cut it off, why also the ground doth it render useless?

¹³ and having seen a fig-tree afar off having leaves, he came, if perhaps he shall find anything in it, and having come to it, he found nothing except leaves, for it was not a time of figs,

² And he fenceth it, and casteth out its stones, And planteth it `with' a choice vine, And buildeth a tower in its midst, And also a wine press hath hewn out in it, And he waiteth for the yielding of grapes, And it yieldeth bad ones!

³ And now, O inhabitant of Jerusalem, and man of Judah, Judge, I pray you, between me and my vineyard.

⁴ What -- to do still to my vineyard, That I have not done in it! Wherefore, I waited to the yielding of grapes, And it yieldeth bad ones!

² My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

¹ I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!

¹² A garden shut up `is' my sister-spouse, A spring shut up -- a fountain sealed.

¹³ Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,

¹⁴ Cypresses with nard -- nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.

¹⁵ A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!

¹² The righteous as a palm-tree flourisheth, As a cedar in Lebanon he groweth.

¹³ Those planted in the house of Jehovah, In the courts of our God do flourish.

¹⁴ Still they bring forth in old age, Fat and flourishing are they,

¹⁵ To declare that upright `is' Jehovah my rock, And there is no perverseness in Him!

⁹ and Jehovah God causeth to sprout from the ground every tree desirable for appearance, and good for food, and the tree of life in the midst of the garden, and the tree of knowledge of good and evil.