¹⁹ O give not the soul of your dove to the hawk; let not the life of the poor go out of your memory for ever.

¹⁴ O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.

¹⁰ Those whose resting-place was there, even the poor, were comforted by your good things, O God.

⁵ Give ear, my dear brothers; are not those who are poor in the things of this world marked out by God to have faith as their wealth, and for their heritage the kingdom which he has said he will give to those who have love for him?

⁶ But you have put the poor man to shame. Are not the men of wealth rulers over you? do they not take you by force before their judges?

¹⁶ See, I send you out as sheep among wolves. Be then as wise as snakes, and as gentle as doves.

¹² But I will still have among you a quiet and poor people, and they will put their faith in the name of the Lord.

⁸ Who are these coming like a cloud, like a flight of doves to their windows?

⁹ My dove, my very beautiful one, is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the dearest one of her who gave her birth. The daughters saw her, and gave her a blessing; yes, the queens and the servant-wives, and they gave her praises.

¹ See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.

² May he be a judge of your people in righteousness, and make true decisions for the poor.

¹³ Will you take your rest among the flocks? like the wings of a dove covered with silver, and its feathers with yellow gold.

¹⁸ For the poor will not be without help; the hopes of those in need will not be crushed for ever.