For yet is the vision for an appointed time, still, it presseth towards an end, and will not deceive,—if it tarry, wait thou for it, for it, surely cometh,—will not be too late.
And he began, unto the people, to be speaking this parable:—A man, planted a vineyard, and let it out to husbandmen, and went from home for a long time.
But, if that servant should say in his heart—My lord delayeth to come! and should begin to be striking the youths and the maidens,—to be eating also, and drinking, and making himself drunk,
And, this besides,—knowing the season—that it is an hour already for you out of sleep to be wakened; for, now, is our salvation nearer than when we believed:
SHE I, was sleeping, but, my heart, was awake,—The voice of my beloved—knocking! Open to me, my sister, my fair one, my dove, my perfect one, for, my head, is filled with dew, my locks, with the moisture of the night.