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14My 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. 15Catch for us the foxes,the little foxes that plunder the vineyards;for our vineyards are in blossom. 16My beloved is mine, and I am his.He browses among the lilies. 17Until 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.