14. O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,in the hiding places of the mountain crags,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 foxes,that ruin the vineyards – for our vineyard is in bloom.
16. My lover is mine and I am his;he grazes among the lilies.
17. Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee,turn, my beloved – be like a gazelle or a young stagon the mountain gorges.