They are wet with the showers of the mountains, and embrace the rock for want of a shelter.
Those who fed luxuriously are desolate in the streets. Those who were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.
(of whom the world was not worthy), wandering in deserts and mountains and caves, and the holes of the earth.
I was asleep, but my heart awoke. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks, [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.
They lie all night naked without clothing, and have no covering in the cold.
There are [men] who pluck the fatherless from the breast, and take a pledge of the poor,