¹⁴ My dove^(A) 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.^(B)

³ Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon;
    your mouth^(A) is lovely.^(B)
Your temples behind your veil
    are like the halves of a pomegranate.^(C)

⁴ You are as beautiful as Tirzah,^(A) my darling,
    as lovely as Jerusalem,^(B)
    as majestic as troops with banners.^(C)