So I bought her for myself for fifteen pieces of silver and a homer and a half of barley [the price of a common slave].

Let us know, let us press on to know Yahweh; his rising [is] sure like [the] dawn. He will come like the showers to us, like [the] spring rain that waters [the] earth.

Floor and wine-press do not delight them, And new wine doth fail in her,

I will give the price to make them free from the power of the underworld, I will be their saviour from death: O death! where are your pains? O underworld! where is your destruction? my eyes will have no pity.