“ My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding place of the mountain pathway, Let me see how you look, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is pleasant, And you look delightful.”
So he waited another seven days longer; and again he sent out the dove from the ark.And the dove came to him in the evening, and behold, in its beak was a fresh olive leaf. So Noah knew that the water was low on the earth.Then he waited another seven days longer, and sent out the dove; but it did not return to him again.
For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone.The blossoms have already appeared in the land; The time has arrived for pruning the vines, And the voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.