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14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock,
    in a secret place along the steep path,
    let me see your form,
    let me hear your voice.
For your voice is sweet
    and your form is lovely.”

15 Catch the foxes for us—
    the little foxes that ruin the vineyards,
    for our vineyards are in blossom.

The Bride’s Revelry

16 My lover is mine, and I am his!
    He grazes his flocks among the lilies.

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