American Standard Version
Song of Songs 2:14-17
14O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock,In the covert of the steep place,Let me see thy countenance,Let me hear thy voice;For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.15Take us the foxes, the little foxes,That spoil the vineyards;For our vineyards are in blossom.16My beloved is mine, and I am his:He feedeth his flock among the lilies.17Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away,Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hartUpon the mountains of Bether.
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