14. My dove in the clefts of the rock,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.”
15. W Catch us the foxes, the little foxesthat damage the vineyards; for our vineyards are in bloom!
16. My lover belongs to me and I to him;he feeds among the lilies.
17. Until the day grows cool and the shadows flee,roam, my lover,Like a gazelle or a young stagupon the rugged mountains.