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12 The flowers appear on the earth;
    the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree puts forth its green figs,
    and the vines their blossoms;
and they give forth fragrance.
    Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

14 O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,
    in the secret places of the cliffs,
let me see your face,
    let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
    and your face is lovely.

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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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