Even so would he have removed you out of distress into a wide place, where there is no trouble; and that which should be set on your table should be full of fatness.
I sleep, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
Arise, cry out in the night: in the beginning of the watches pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord: lift up your hands toward him for the life of your young children that faint for hunger at the head of every street.