(Psa 74:19) Oh deliver not the soul of thy turtle-dove unto the wild beast: Forget not the life of thy poor for ever.
(Son 2:12) The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
(Son 2:13) The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
(Son 2:14) 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.
(Son 5:1) I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
(Son 5:2) I was asleep, but my heart waked: It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.
Beautiful stuff here, wow, glad you brought this up, Alex.
(Son 6:9) My dove, my undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; Yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
(Mat 3:16) And Jesus when he was baptized, went up straightway from the water: and lo, the heavens were opened unto him, and he saw the Spirit of God descending as a dove, and coming upon him;
(Luk 3:22) and the Holy Spirit descended in a bodily form, as a dove, upon him, and a voice came out of heaven, Thou art my beloved Son; in thee I am well pleased.
This answers a question in another thread, about paradise and the garden. Interesting.
(Son 4:12) A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
(Son 5:1) I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
Lots more here, for sure.
God bless,
Gary