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14 “My dove, who is in the holes of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me catch sight of you. Let me hear your voice. For your voice is sweet and your face comely.”

15 “Take us, the foxes, the little foxes who destroy the vines. For our vines have small grapes.”

16 “My well-beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds among the lilies,

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