O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock,\par\tab In the covert of the steep place,\par\tab Let me see thy countenance,\par\tab Let me hear thy voice;\par\tab For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.\par
but the dove found no rest for the sole of her foot, and she returned unto him to the ark; for the waters were on the face of the whole earth: and he put forth his hand, and took her, and brought her in unto him into the ark.