¹⁴ O my ^(A)dove, in the ^(B)clefts of the rock,
    in the crannies of the cliff,
let me see your face,
    let me ^(C)hear your voice,
for your voice is sweet,
    and your face is ^(D)lovely.

³ Your lips are like ^(A)a scarlet thread,
    and your mouth is ^(B)lovely.
Your ^(C)cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
    ^(D)behind your veil.

⁴ You are beautiful as ^(A)Tirzah, ^(B)my love,
    ^(C)lovely as ^(D)Jerusalem,
    ^(E)awesome as an army with banners.