14 My dove in the clefts of the rock,In the hiding places of the mountainside,Let me see your face.Let me hear your voice;for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
15 Catch for us the foxes,the little foxes that plunder the vineyards;for our vineyards are in blossom.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his.He browses among the lilies.
17 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away,turn, my beloved,and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.