14. My dove—in the rock crevices,hidden in the cliff face—let me catch sight of you;let me hear your voice!The sound of your voice is sweet,and the sight of you is lovely."
15. Catch foxes for us—those little foxesthat spoil vineyards,now that our vineyards are in bloom!
16. I belong to my lover and he belongs to me—the one grazing among the lilies.
17. Before the day breeze blowsand the shadows flee,turn about, my love; be like a gazelleor a young stagupon the jagged mountains.