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13 There are young figs on the fig trees.
    The blossoms on the vines smell sweet.
Get up, my darling.
    Let’s go away, my beautiful one.”

The Man Speaks

14 My beloved is like a dove that hides in the cracks of the rock.
    She hides in the secret places of the cliff.
Show me your face.
    Let me hear your voice.
Your voice is very sweet,
    and your face is lovely.
15 Catch the foxes for us—
    the little foxes that ruin the vineyards.
    Our vineyards 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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