14  O my ^hdove, in the ⁱclefts of the rock,

in the crannies of the cliff,

let me see your face,

let me ^jhear your voice,

for your voice is sweet,

and your face is ^klovely.

15  Catch ^lthe foxes¹ for us,

the little foxes

that spoil the vineyards,

^ffor our vineyards are in blossom.”