Incline thine ear, hear my words, visit me by night. Keep me apple of thine eye in the shadow of thy wings. My soul thirsts for thee and my flesh longeth for thee. My lips are joyful in a dry and thirsty land where no other water is. Falsehoods are spoken with double hearts, double tongues and flattering lips.
True words are as silver, pure, sintered, seven times refined.
Flee, take refuge, flee like a bird to the mountains. Evil bends his bow. Arrows fitted to the string Shot in the dark, to the heart. My horn shall exult like the horn of unicorn. Anointed with oil, righteous, fat and flourishing, bringing forth fruit in old age.