⁴ And the glorious beauty is a fading flower
Which is at the head of the ^[a]verdant valley,
Like the first fruit before the summer,
Which an observer sees;
He eats it up while it is still in his hand.

7 Woe is me!
For I am like those who gather summer fruits,
Like those who ^(A)glean vintage grapes;
There is no cluster to eat
Of the first-ripe fruit which ^(B)my soul desires.