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 O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,
    in the covert of the cliff,
let me see your face,
    let me hear your voice,
for your voice is sweet,
    and your face is comely.

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