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Canticle 2 13
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ficus protulit grossos suos ; vineae florentes dederunt odorem suum. Surge, amica mea, speciosa mea, et veni :
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The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:
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Ἡ συκὴ ἐξήνεγκεν ὀλύνθους αὐτῆς, αἱ ἄμπελοι κυπρίζουσιν, ἔδωκαν ὀσμήν· ἀνάστα, ἐλθὲ ἡ πλησίον μου, καλή μου, περιστερά μου, καὶ ἐλθὲ.
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Apocalypse 6 13
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et stellae de caelo ceciderunt super terram, sicut ficus emittit grossos suos cum a vento magno movetur :
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And the stars from heaven fell upon the earth, as the fig tree casteth its green figs when it is shaken by a great wind.
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καὶ οἱ ἀστέρες τοῦ οὐρανοῦ ἔπεσον εἰς τὴν γῆν, ὡς συκῆ βαλοῦσα τοὺς ὀλύνθους αὐτῆς, ὑπὸ ἀνέμου μεγάλου σειομένη."
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