O the charming (?) the pampered height[240] 2
Of the daughter of Ṣion!
Unto her shepherds are coming, 3
With their flocks around,[241]
They pitch against her their tents,
Each crops at his hand.
“Hallow[242] the battle against her,
Up, let us on by noon.”
“Woe unto us! The day is turning, 4
The shadows of evening stretch.”