"They are wetwith the mountainrainsAnd hugthe rockfor wantof a shelter.
"They spendthe nightnaked,withoutclothing,And havenocoveringagainst the cold.
"Others snatchthe orphanfrom the breast,And againstthe poorthey takea pledge.
"I was asleepbut my heartwas awake.A voice!My belovedwas knocking:'Opento me, my sister,my darling,My dove,my perfectone!For my headis drenchedwith dew,My lockswith the dampof the night.'
Those who atedelicaciesAre desolatein the streets;Those rearedin purpleEmbraceashpits.
([men] of whomthe worldwas not worthy),wanderingin desertsand mountainsand cavesand holesin the ground.
