Then they call me, and I do not answer, They seek me earnestly, and find me not.

If thou dost seek her as silver, And as hid treasures searchest for her,

Therefore I have come forth to meet thee, To seek earnestly thy face, and I find thee.

Hope prolonged is making the heart sick, And a tree of life is the coming desire.

For an object of desire he who is separated doth seek, With all wisdom he intermeddleth.

They smote me, I have not been sick, They beat me, I have not known. When I awake -- I seek it yet again!'

Men of blood hate the perfect, And the upright seek his soul.