14. O Stand(stode) up my love, my beautiful, and come (O my dove) out of the caves of the rocks, out of the holes of the wall: O let me see thy countenance and hear thy voice, for sweet is thy voice, and fair is thy face.(Up, haste my love, my dove, in the holes of the rock and secret places of the walls. Shew me thy face and let me hear thy voice, for thy voice is sweet and thy fashion beautiful.)