¹ On my couch by night, I sought him whom my soul hath loved; I sought him, and I found him not!

⁶ I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew -- he passed on, My soul went forth when he spake, I sought him, and found him not. I called him, and he answered me not.

⁹ `With' my soul I desired Thee in the night, Also, `with' my spirit within me I seek Thee earnestly, For when Thy judgments `are' on the earth, The inhabitants of the world have learned righteousness.

⁷ Declare to me, thou whom my soul hath loved, Where thou delightest, Where thou liest down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks of thy companions?

⁸ whom, not having seen, ye love, in whom, now not seeing and believing, ye are glad with joy unspeakable and glorified,

¹⁷ He saith to him the third time, `Simon, `son' of Jonas, dost thou dearly love me?' Peter was grieved that he said to him the third time, `Dost thou dearly love me?' and he said to him, `Lord, thou hast known all things; thou dost know that I dearly love thee.' Jesus saith to him, `Feed my sheep;

²⁴ `Be striving to go in through the straight gate, because many, I say to you, will seek to go in, and shall not be able;

⁶ Seek ye Jehovah, while He is found, Call ye Him, while He is near,

⁸ I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved -- What do ye tell him? that I `am' sick with love!

¹ A Song of the Ascents. From depths I have called Thee, Jehovah.

² Lord, hearken to my voice, Thine ears are attentive to the voice of my supplications.

² In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.

³ I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.

⁴ Thou hast taken hold of the watches of mine eyes, I have been moved, and I speak not.

⁶ If I have remembered Thee on my couch, In the watches -- I meditate on Thee.

⁷ For Thou hast been a help to me, And in the shadow of Thy wings I sing.

⁸ Cleaved hath my soul after Thee, On me hath Thy right hand taken hold.

² My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.

⁶ I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.

⁴ `Tremble ye, and do not sin;' Say ye `thus' in your heart on your bed, And be ye silent. Selah.

⁸ Lo, forward I go -- and He is not, And backward -- and I perceive him not.

⁹ `To' the left in His working -- and I see not, He is covered `on' the right, and I behold not.