O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.

Ω περιστερα μου, ητις εισαι εν ταις σχισμαις του βραχου, εν τοις αποκρυφοις των κρημνων, δειξον μοι την οψιν σου, καμε με να ακουσω την φωνην σου· διοτι η φωνη σου ειναι γλυκεια και η οψις σου ωραια.

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.