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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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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.”

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