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.

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14 My dove—in the rock crevices,
        hidden in the cliff face—
        let me catch sight of you;
        let me hear your voice!
The sound of your voice is sweet,
        and the sight of you is lovely.”

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