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Call from hiding and guarding the vineyard
My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
Catch for us the foxes, The little foxes that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom. Beloved