Arise, my love, my fair one, and come! [[147]]
14 My dove in the clefts of the rock,
In the hiding-place of the cliff,
Let me see thy countenance,
Let me hear thy voice,
For sweet is thy voice,
And thy countenance lovely.”
THE BROTHERS OF THE SHULAMITE.
15 Catch us the foxes, the little foxes
Which destroy the vineyards,