14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

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The Dove in the Clefts of En Gedi

The Lover to His Beloved:

14 O my dove,[a] in the clefts of the rock,
in the hiding places of the mountain crags,
let me see your face,
let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
and your face is lovely.

The Foxes in the Vineyard

The Beloved to Her Lover:

15 Catch[b] the foxes[c] for us,
the little foxes,[d]
that ruin the vineyards[e]
for our vineyard is in bloom.

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