14. O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,in the crannies of the cliff,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 foxesthat spoil the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom.”
16. My beloved is mine, and I am his;he grazes among the lilies.
17. Until the day breathesand the shadows flee,turn, my beloved, be like a gazelleor a young stag on cleft mountains.