YY thy Elohim in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.
Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Moshiach Y'shuw`a my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Moshiach,
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.