13 ‘The (A)fig tree has ripened its figs,
And the (B)vines in blossom have given forth their fragrance.
Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,
And come along!’”

14 [a]O (C)my dove, (D)in the clefts of the [b]rock,
In the secret place of the steep [c]pathway,
Let me see your [d]form,
(E)Let me hear your voice;
For your voice is sweet,
And your [e]form is (F)lovely.”

15 [f](G)Catch the foxes for us,
The [g]little foxes that are ruining the vineyards,
While our (H)vineyards are in blossom.”

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