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12 The flowers appear in the countryside;
    the season of joyful songs has arrived,
and the voice of the turtledove
    is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree puts forth its figs
    and the blossoms on the vine give forth their fragrance.
Arise, my beloved,
    my fair one, and come!”

Bridegroom:

14 O my dove, hiding in the clefts of the rock,
    in the sheltered recesses of the cliff,
let me see you,
    let me hear your voice.
For your voice is sweet,
    and your face is lovely.

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