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 hidden places of the rocks,
    in the secret places of the cliffs,
show me your form, and let me hear your voice.
    For your voice is pleasant,
        and your shape is lovely.

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