14. My dove, hiding in the caves high on the cliff, hidden here on the mountain, let me see you, let me hear your voice. Your voice is so pleasant, and you are so beautiful!
15. Catch the foxes for us— the little foxes that spoil the vineyard. Our vineyard is now in bloom.
16. My lover is mine, and I am his! My lover feeds among the lilies,
17. while the day breathes its last breath and the shadows run away. Turn, my lover, be like a gazelle or a young deer on the cleft mountains!