Song of Solomon 2:14
O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret of the stairs, let me see your countenance, let me hear your voice; for sweet your voice, and your countenance comely.
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12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines the tender grape give a smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
14 O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret of the stairs, let me see your countenance, let me hear your voice; for sweet your voice, and your countenance comely.
15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines tender grapes.
16 My beloved mine, and I his: he feedeth among the lilies.