¹⁹ Don't deliver the soul of your dove to wild beasts. Don't forget the life of your poor forever.

¹⁴ My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.

¹⁰ Your congregation lived therein. You, God, prepared your goodness for the poor.

⁵ Listen, my beloved brothers. Didn't God choose those who are poor in this world to be rich in faith, and heirs of the Kingdom which he promised to those who love him?

⁶ But you have dishonored the poor man. Don't the rich oppress you, and personally drag you before the courts?

¹⁶ "Behold, I send you out as sheep in the midst of wolves. Therefore be wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.

¹² But I will leave in the midst of you an afflicted and poor people, and they will take refuge in the name of Yahweh.

⁸ Who are these who fly as a cloud, and as the doves to their windows?

⁹ My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother's only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed, The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

¹ Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, That descend from Mount Gilead.

² He will judge your people with righteousness, And your poor with justice.

¹³ While you sleep among the campfires, The wings of a dove sheathed with silver, Her feathers with shining gold.

¹⁸ For the needy shall not always be forgotten, Nor the hope of the poor perish forever.