O my dove,[ that art] in the clefts of the rock, in the secret[ places] of the stairs, 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 in the evening; and, lo, in her mouth[ was] an olive leaf pluckt 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; which 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 is heard in our land;