And they wait as for rain for me, And their mouth they have opened wide As for the latter rain.

As a wide breach they come, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.

And Job with vanity doth open his mouth, Without knowledge words he multiplieth.

Dost thou bind sweet influences of Kimah? Or the attractions of Kesil dost thou open?

My root is open unto the waters, And dew doth lodge on my branch.

In the street doth not lodge a stranger, My doors to the traveller I open.

I speak, and there is refreshment to me, I open my lips and answer.