14 My dove in the clefts of the rock,

in the hiding places on the mountainside,

show me your face,

let me hear your voice;

for your voice is sweet,

and your face is lovely.

15 Catch for us the foxes,

the little foxes

that ruin the vineyards,

our vineyards that are in bloom.

14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs,

Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice;

For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

15 Take us the foxes,

The little foxes, that spoil the vines:

For our vines have tender grapes.

14 My dove is hiding behind the rocks,

behind an outcrop on the cliff.

Let me see your face;

let me hear your voice.

For your voice is pleasant,

and your face is lovely.

15 Catch all the foxes,

those little foxes,

before they ruin the vineyard of love,

for the grapevines are blossoming!

14 “O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,

In the secret places of the cliff,

Let me see your face,

Let me hear your voice;

For your voice is sweet,

And your face is lovely.”

15 Catch us the foxes,

The little foxes that spoil the vines,

For our vines have tender grapes.

14 My beloved is like a dove hiding in the cracks of the rock,

in the secret places of the cliff.

Show me your face,

and let me hear your voice.

Your voice is sweet,

and your face is lovely.

15 Catch the foxes for us—

the little foxes that ruin the vineyards

while they are in blossom.

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.

15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes,

That spoil the vineyards;

For our vineyards are in blossom.

14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. 15 Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.

14 My dove, in the hiding places of the rocky crevices, 

in the secret places of the cliffs, 

let me see your figure and hear your voice. 

Your voice is sweet, and your figure is lovely.” 

15 Catch the foxes for us, 

the little foxes that ruin vineyards. 

Our vineyards are blooming. 

14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock,

in the crevices of the cliff,

let me see your face,

let me hear your voice;

for your voice is sweet,

and your face is lovely.

15 Catch the foxes for us —

the little foxes that ruin the vineyards—

for our vineyards are in bloom.

14 O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,

in the covert of the cliff,

let me see your face,

let me hear your voice;

for your voice is sweet,

and your face is lovely.

15 Catch us the foxes,

the little foxes,

that ruin the vineyards—

for our vineyards are in blossom.”

14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock,

in the secluded place in the mountain,

Let me see your face,

let me hear your voice;

for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.

15 Catch for us the foxes,

the little foxes destroying vineyards,

for our vineyards are in blossom!

14 “You are like a dove in an opening in the rocks.

You are like a dove in a hiding place on a mountainside.

Show me your face.

Let me hear your voice.

Your voice is so sweet.

Your face is so lovely.

15 Catch the foxes for us.

Catch the little foxes.

They destroy our vineyards.

The vineyards are in bloom.”

The woman says,

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.”

15 “Catch the foxes for us,

The little foxes that are ruining the vineyards,

While our vineyards are in blossom.”