H5563–סְמַדֵר–se.ma.dar

The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.

סְמָדַ֖ר se.ma.Dar “blossom”

Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes -- destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.

סְמָדַֽר׃ se.ma.Dar “[are] blossom”

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;

הַסְּמָדַ֔ר (סְּמָדַ֔ר) se.ma.Dar “blossom”