The Lover to His Beloved: O my dove, 1 in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountain crags, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
Your presumptuous heart 1 has deceived you – you who reside in the safety of the rocky cliffs, 2 whose home is high in the mountains. 3 You think to yourself, 4 ‘No one can 5 bring me down to the ground!’ 6
The terror you inspire in others 1 and the arrogance of your heart have deceived you. You may make your home in the clefts of the rocks; you may occupy the highest places in the hills. 2 But even if you made your home where the eagles nest, I would bring you down from there,” says the Lord.