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13 the fig tree has put forth her green figs, and the vines in blossom have given forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

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 beautiful.

15 Hunt the foxes for us, the little foxes, that spoil the vines; for our vines are in blossom.

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13 The fig tree forms its early fruit;(A)
    the blossoming(B) vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
    my beautiful one, come with me.”

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14 My dove(C) in the clefts of the rock,
    in the hiding places on the mountainside,
show me your face,
    let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
    and your face is lovely.(D)
15 Catch for us the foxes,(E)
    the little foxes
that ruin the vineyards,(F)
    our vineyards that are in bloom.(G)

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