⁸ From the inundation of hills they are wet, And without a refuge -- have embraced a rock.

⁵ Those eating of dainties have been desolate in out-places, Those supported on scarlet have embraced dunghills.

² I am sleeping, but my heart waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! `Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled `with' dew, My locks `with' drops of the night.'

³⁸ of whom the world was not worthy; in deserts wandering, and `in' mountains, and `in' caves, and `in' the holes of the earth;