O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the crannies of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
He waited another seven days, and again he sent forth the dove out of the ark.And the dove came back to him in the evening, and behold, in her mouth was a freshly plucked olive leaf. So Noah knew that the waters had subsided from the earth.Then he waited another seven days and sent forth the dove, and she did not return to him anymore.
for behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.