Arise, cry aloud in the night: at the head of the watches pour out thy heart as water before the face of Jehovah: lift up thy hands to him for the soul of thy young children fainting with hunger in the head of all the streets.

Thou wilt call as the day of appointment my sojourning from round about, and in the day of the anger of Jehovah there was no escaping and surviving: those I bore upon my hands and brought up, the enemy finished.

He is to me a bear lying in wait, a lion in secret places.

Her consecrated ones were pure above snow, they were white above milk, they were red of body above pearls, their figure sapphire:

Our fathers sinned, they are not; we bore their iniquities.