14 “O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covering of the cliff, Let me see your appearance, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, And your appearance is lovely.”
15 Catch the foxes for us, The little foxes that spoil the vines, And our vines are all blossom.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds his flock among the lilies.
17 Until the day breaks and the shadows have fled, Turn, my beloved, And be like a gazelle or a young stag On the mountains of Bether.