O my dove, 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.
He waited seven more days and then sent out the dove again from the ark.When the dove returned to him in the evening, there was a freshly plucked olive leaf in its beak! Noah knew that the waters had receded from the earth.He waited another seven days and sent the dove out again, but it did not return to him this time.
Look! The winter has passed, the winter rains are over and gone.The pomegranates have appeared in the land, the time for pruning and singing has come; the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.