My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountainside, let me see your face. let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.
He waited yet another seven days; and again he sent the dove out of the ship.The dove came back to him at evening and, behold, in her mouth was a freshly plucked olive leaf. So Noah knew that the waters were abated from the earth.He waited yet another seven days, and sent out the dove; and she didn’t return to him any more.
For behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.