13 The fig tree hath brought forth her young figs: and the vines with their small grapes have cast a savor: arise my love, my fair one, and come away.

14 My dove, that art in the [a]holes of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, show me thy sight, let me hear thy voice: for thy voice is sweet, and thy sight comely.

15 Take us the foxes, the [b]little foxes, which destroy the vines: for our vines have small grapes.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 2:14 Thou that art ashamed of thy sins, come and show thyself unto me.
  2. Song of Solomon 2:15 Suppress the heretics while they are young, that is, when they begin to show their malice, and destroy the vine of the Lord.

13 The fig tree forms its early fruit;(A)
    the blossoming(B) vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
    my beautiful one, come with me.”

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14 My dove(C) in the clefts of the rock,
    in the hiding places on the mountainside,
show me your face,
    let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
    and your face is lovely.(D)
15 Catch for us the foxes,(E)
    the little foxes
that ruin the vineyards,(F)
    our vineyards that are in bloom.(G)

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