68:13 When
the wings of the dove are covered with silver
and with glittering gold.
The Lover to His Beloved:
2:14 O my dove,
in the hiding places of the mountain crags,
let me see your face,
let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
and your face is lovely.
38:14 Like a swallow or a thrush I chirp,
I coo
my eyes grow tired from looking up to the sky.
O sovereign master,
help me!
59:11 We all growl like bears,
we coo mournfully like doves;
we wait for deliverance,
for salvation, but it is far from us.
48:28 Leave your towns, you inhabitants of Moab.
Go and live in the cliffs.
Be like a dove that makes its nest
high on the sides of a ravine.