¹⁴ "O my dove , in the clefts of the rock , In the secret place of the steep pathway , Let me see your form , Let me hear your voice ; For your voice is sweet , And your form is lovely ."

¹⁴ O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.

¹⁴ O 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.