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 amongst 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.