14My doue, that art in the holes of ye rocke, in the secret places of the staires, shewe mee thy sight, let mee heare thy voyce: for thy voyce is sweete, and thy sight comely.
15Take vs the foxes, the little foxes, which destroy the vines: for our vines haue small grapes.
16My welbeloued is mine, and I am his: hee feedeth among the lilies,
17Vntil the day breake, and the shadowes flee away: returne, my welbeloued, and be like a roe, or a yong hart vpon the mountaines of Bether.