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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.

Companions:

15 Catch the foxes for us,
    the little foxes
that ruin our vineyards,
    for our vineyards are blossoming.

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