O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
And he stayed yet other seven days; and again he sent forth the dove out of the ark;and the dove came in to him at eventide; and, lo, in her mouth an olive- leaf plucked off: so Noah knew that the waters were abated from off the earth.And he stayed yet other seven days, and sent forth the dove; and she returned not again unto him any more.
For, lo, the winter is past; The rain is over and gone;The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle- dove is heard in our land;