but the dove found no place to rest her foot, and she returned to him into the teivah; for the waters were on the surface of the whole earth. He put forth his hand, and took her, and brought her to him into the teivah.
My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.