O my dove, in the seclusion of the clefts in the solid rock, in the sheltered and secret place of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
Paloma mía, que estás en los agujeros de la peña, en lo escondido de la escalera, muéstrame tu vista, hazme oír tu voz; porque tu voz es dulce, y tu vista hermosa.
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