When you lie down among the sheepfolds, you shall be like the wings of a dove covered with silver, and its pinions with yellow gold.

O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliff, let me see your form, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your appearance is beautiful.

The Beloved: Behold, you are beautiful, my love! Behold, you are beautiful! You have dove's eyes behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats lying down at Mount Gilead.

But my dove, my perfect one, is the one, the only one of her mother, the pure of the one who bore her. The daughters saw her and called her blessed, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

Who are these who fly like a cloud, and as the doves to their windows?

Behold, I send you out as sheep in the midst of wolves. Therefore be wise as serpents and harmless as doves.

Your community has dwelt in it; You, O God, have provided from Your goodness for the poor.

He will judge Your people in righteousness, and Your lowly with justice.

I will also leave a poor and weak people in your midst, and they shall trust in the name of Jehovah.

Listen, my beloved brethren: Has God not chosen the poor of this world to be rich in faith and heirs of the kingdom which He promised to those who love Him?

But you have dishonored the poor. Do not the rich oppress you and drag you to the judgment seats?