My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the secret recesses of the cliff, Let me see your face, let me hear your voice, For your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.”
People will go into caves in the rocks and into holes in the earth, At the terror of the Lord and the splendor of his majesty, as he rises to overawe the earth.
The terror you spread, the pride of your heart, beguiled you. You denizens of rocks and crevices, occupying towering peaks: Though you build your nest high as the eagle, from there I will bring you down—oracle of the Lord.