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Song of Solomon 2:14 - Revised Standard Version CI

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 comely.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

14 [So I went with him, and when we were climbing the rocky steps up the hillside, my beloved shepherd said to me] O my dove, [while you are here] 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.

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American Standard Version (1901)

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.

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Common English Bible

14 My dove—in the rock crevices, hidden in the cliff face— let me catch sight of you; let me hear your voice! The sound of your voice is sweet, and the sight of you is lovely.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

14 The flowers have appeared in our land; the time for pruning has arrived. The voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.

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Song of Solomon 2:14
41 Tagairtí Cros  

If I summoned him and he answered me, I would not believe that he was listening to my voice.


Your people will offer themselves freely on the day you lead your host upon the holy mountains. From the womb of the morning like dew your youth will come to you.


Yet thou art holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel.


and the king will desire your beauty. Since he is your lord, bow to him;


the people of Tyre will sue your favor with gifts, the richest of the people


He who brings thanksgiving as his sacrifice honors me; to him who orders his way aright I will show the salvation of God!”


though they stay among the sheepfolds— the wings of a dove covered with silver, its pinions with green gold.


Do not deliver the soul of thy dove to the wild beasts; do not forget the life of thy poor for ever.


And he said, “I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob.” And Moses hid his face, for he was afraid to look at God.


The sacrifice of the wicked is an abomination to the Lord, but the prayer of the upright is his delight.


Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.


I am very dark, but comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.


If you do not know, O fairest among women, follow in the tracks of the flock, and pasture your kids beside the shepherds' tents.


I slept, but my heart was awake. Hark! my beloved is knocking. “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.”


O you who dwell in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice; let me hear it.


to enter the caverns of the rocks and the clefts of the cliffs, from before the terror of the Lord, and from the glory of his majesty, when he rises to terrify the earth.


For the Lord will comfort Zion; he will comfort all her waste places, and will make her wilderness like Eden, her desert like the garden of the Lord; joy and gladness will be found in her, thanksgiving and the voice of song.


And I said: “Woe is me! For I am lost; for I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; for my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts!”


Who are these that fly like a cloud, and like doves to their windows?


“Leave the cities, and dwell in the rock, O inhabitants of Moab! Be like the dove that nests in the sides of the mouth of a gorge.


The horror you inspire has deceived you, and the pride of your heart, you who live in the clefts of the rock, who hold the height of the hill. Though you make your nest as high as the eagle's, I will bring you down from there, says the Lord.


And if any survivors escape, they will be on the mountains, like doves of the valleys, all of them moaning, every one over his iniquity.


To thee, O Lord, belongs righteousness, but to us confusion of face, as at this day, to the men of Judah, to the inhabitants of Jerusalem, and to all Israel, those that are near and those that are far away, in all the lands to which thou hast driven them, because of the treachery which they have committed against thee.


The pride of your heart has deceived you, you who live in the clefts of the rock, whose dwelling is high, who say in your heart, “Who will bring me down to the ground?”


“Behold, I send you out as sheep in the midst of wolves; so be wise as serpents and innocent as doves.


And when Jesus was baptized, he went up immediately from the water, and behold, the heavens were opened and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove, and alighting on him;


that he might present the church to himself in splendor, without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish.


he has now reconciled in his body of flesh by his death, in order to present you holy and blameless and irreproachable before him,


let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, with our hearts sprinkled clean from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water.


Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.


but let it be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable jewel of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God's sight is very precious.


Now to him who is able to keep you from falling and to present you without blemish before the presence of his glory with rejoicing,


And when he had taken the scroll, the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb, each holding a harp, and with golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints;


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