And from the daughter of Zion,
To whom the command came not to stir up the Beloved,
Whose help was sought to find the Shulamite's lover,
All her beauty is departed:
The wise, the just, the meek,
Are become like harts that find no pasture,
And they are gone,
I sought them but I found them not.
Their wisdom, justice and meekness gone
They were weakened by iniquities and
Without strength before the pursuer.