If the Lord had not helped me, I would have laid down in the silence of death.

The dead do not praise the Lord, nor do any of those who descend into the silence of death.

Here is a message about Dumah: Someone calls to me from Seir, “Watchman, what is left of the night? Watchman, what is left of the night?”

My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look! There he stands behind our wall, gazing through the window, peering through the lattice.