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13 ‘The fig tree has brought forth her young figs. And the vines, with small grapes, have cast a savor. Arise my love, my fair one, and come away.’

14 “My dove, who is in the holes of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me catch sight of you. Let me hear your voice. For your voice is sweet and your face comely.”

15 “Take us, the foxes, the little foxes who destroy the vines. For our vines have small grapes.”

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