O my dove, {that art} in the clefts of the rock, in the secret {places} of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet {is} thy voice, and thy countenance {is} comely.

And he stayed yet other seven days; and again he sent forth the dove out of the ark;

Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves: be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves. {harmless: or, simple}

For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over {and} gone;

Behold, thou {art} fair, my love; behold, thou {art} fair; thou {hast} doves' eyes. {my love: or, my companion}

Who {are} these {that} fly as a cloud, and as the doves to their windows?

And if Christ be not risen, then {is} our preaching vain, and your faith {is} also vain.