with the harvest produced by the daylight and by the moonlight;

with the best of the ancient mountains and the harvest produced by the age-old hills;

Of Joseph he said: May the Lord bless his land with the harvest produced by the sky, by the dew, and by the depths crouching beneath;

with the harvest of the earth and its fullness and the pleasure of him who resided in the burning bush. May blessing rest on Joseph’s head, and on the top of the head of the one set apart from his brothers.

Your shoots are a royal garden full of pomegranates with choice fruits: henna with nard,

The Beloved to Her Lover: Awake, O north wind; come, O south wind! Blow on my garden so that its fragrant spices may send out their sweet smell. May my beloved come into his garden and eat its delightful fruit!

The mandrakes send out their fragrance; over our door is every delicacy, both new and old, which I have stored up for you, my lover.