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12     in the countryside the flowers are in bloom.
This is the time for singing;
    the song of doves is heard in the fields.
13 Figs are beginning to ripen;
    the air is fragrant with blossoming vines.
Come then, my love;
    my darling, come with me.
14 You are like a dove that hides
    in the crevice of a rock.
Let me see your lovely face
    and hear your enchanting voice.

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12 Flowers appear on the earth;
    the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
    is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree forms its early fruit;(A)
    the blossoming(B) vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
    my beautiful one, come with me.”

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14 My dove(C) in the clefts of the rock,
    in the hiding places on the mountainside,
show me your face,
    let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
    and your face is lovely.(D)

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