My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
So Noah waited seven more days and sent out the dove from the ark again.When the dove came to him at evening, there was a plucked olive leaf in her beak. So Noah knew that the water on the earth’s surface had gone down.After he had waited another seven days, he sent out the dove, but she did not return to him again.
For now the winter is past; the rain has ended and gone away.The blossoms appear in the countryside. The time of singing has come, and the turtledove’s cooing is heard in our land.