Shulamite: I sleep, but my heart is awake; it is the sound of my beloved! He knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is covered with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.

Those who ate delicacies are desolate in the streets; those brought up in scarlet embrace refuse heaps.

of whom the world was not worthy. They wandered in deserts and mountains, in dens and caves of the earth.