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14 O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,
    in the secret places of the cliffs,
let me see your face,
    let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
    and your face is lovely.
15 Catch the foxes for us,
    the little foxes
that spoil the vineyards,
    for our vineyards are in blossom.”

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

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