'Dove' in the Bible

My dove, in the clefts of the rock,in the crevices of the cliff,let me see your face,let me hear your voice;for your voice is sweet,and your face is lovely.

W I sleep, but my heart is awake.A sound! My love is knocking!M Open to me, my sister, my darling,my dove, my perfect one.For my head is drenched with dew,my hair with droplets of the night.

But my dove, my virtuous one, is unique;she is the favorite of her mother,perfect to the one who gave her birth.Women see her and declare her fortunate;queens and concubines also, and they sing her praises: