Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God....

You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride; you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain. Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates...

Then I realized that it is good and proper for a man to eat and drink, and to find satisfaction in his toilsome labor under the sun...