“ O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the secret places of the cliff, Let me see your face, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, And your face is lovely.”
And he waited yet another seven days, and again he sent the dove out from the ark.Then the dove came to him in the evening, and behold, a freshly plucked olive leaf was in her mouth; and Noah knew that the waters had receded from the earth.So he waited yet another seven days and sent out the dove, which did not return again to him anymore.
For lo, 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.