They are wet with the rain of the mountains and cling to the rock for lack of shelter.
Those who once feasted on delicacies perish in the streets; those who were brought up in purple embrace ash heaps.
of whom the world was not worthy—wandering about in deserts and mountains, and in dens and caves of the earth.
I slept, but my heart was awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking. “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one, for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.”
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