The Daughter of Zion

I, Christ's bride, wish to know the LORD.
I, rejected by my wife of youth, wish to be married
To the Land of Zion. I wish to call Zion 
"Beulah." I, a son of Zion, wish to be married to her,
I wish to cling, and become a nation.
I, a meek man, wish to become a clan.
I wish to Kiss the Son, so He is not angry with me.
LORD, answer me.

LORD, peer into the lattice for me;
Let thy hands drip with myrrh.
A Thousand Talents are yours, Solomon,
Let leave the LORD and I to lean one upon another, 
While coming up from the wildernesses.