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.

O my dove,ª [that art] in the cleftsª of the rock,ª in the secretª [places] of the stairs,ª let me seeª°¹ thy countenance,ª let me hearª°¹ thy voice;ª for¹ sweetª [is] thy voice,ª and thy countenanceª [is] comely.ª

O my doue!ª [that art] in the cleftsª of the rocke,ª in the secretª [places] of the staires:ª let me seeª°¹ thy countenance,ª let me heareª°¹ thy voice,ª for¹ sweetª [is] thy voice,ª and thy countenanceª [is] comely.ª

[Thou art] my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: shew me thy face, and cause me to hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is beautiful.

O my dove,ª [that art] in the cleftsª of the rock,ª in the secretª [places] of the stairs,ª let me seeª°¹ thy countenance,ª let me hearª°¹ thy voice;ª for¹ sweetª [is] thy voice,ª and thy countenanceª [is] comely.ª

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