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14 My dove in the clefts of the rock,[a]
    in the secret recesses of the cliff,
Let me see your face,
    let me hear your voice,
For your voice is sweet,
    and your face is lovely.”

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  1. 2:14 The woman is addressed as though she were a dove in a mountain cleft out of sight and reach.