¹⁴ “^(A)My dove, ^(B)in the clefts of the ^[a]rock,
In the hiding place of the mountain pathway,
Let me see ^[b]how you look,
^(C)Let me hear your voice;
For your voice is pleasant,
And ^[c]you look ^(D)delightful.”

³ Your lips are like a ^(A)scarlet thread,
And your ^(B)mouth is beautiful.
Your ^(C)temples are like a slice of a pomegranate
Behind your veil.

⁴ “^(A)You are as beautiful as ^(B)Tirzah, my darling,
As ^(C)lovely as ^(D)Jerusalem,
As ^(E)awesome as an army with banners.