14 [a]O (A)my dove, (B)in the clefts of the [b]rock,
In the secret place of the steep [c]pathway,
Let me see your [d]form,
(C)Let me hear your voice;
For your voice is sweet,
And your [e]form is (D)lovely.”

15 [f](E)Catch the foxes for us,
The [g]little foxes that are ruining the vineyards,
While our (F)vineyards are in blossom.”

16 [h](G)My beloved is mine, and I am his;
He (H)pastures his flock among the lilies.

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