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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.”

15 “Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines; for our vines have tender grapes.”

16 “My beloved is mine, and I am his; he feedeth among the lilies.

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