Song of Solomon 2:13-14

13 aThe fig tree ripens its figs,
and bthe vines are in blossom;
they give forth fragrance.
cArise, my love, my beautiful one,
and come away.
14O my ddove, in the eclefts of the rock,
in the crannies of the cliff,
let me see your face,
let me fhear your voice,
for your voice is sweet,
and your face is glovely.
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