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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.

15 Catch the foxes, the little foxes,
    before they ruin our vineyard in bloom.

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