The king's wrath is like the loud cry of a lion, but his approval is like dew on the grass.

[In] restraining her, he restrains wind, and his right hand will grasp oil.

The grass comes up and the young grass is seen, and the mountain plants are got in.

The lizard you may grasp with the hands,
Yet it is in kings’ palaces.

She stretches out her hands to the distaff,
And her hands grasp the spindle.