Like the bitterness of the sea is the secret in her heart while she says: ...Me, whose olive trees crack the solid rocks drink the water of the rain and let the olive oil flow in my veins The land of myrrh and secrets and charm Its task is patience and vanquishing to whom the strangers were coming from afar and brought her gold, incense and myrrh Hey, who would bring the medicine to my beloved Anat, who is overfilled with yearning is running in the meadows ascending the mountains, descending the valleys fighting the monsters of the wilderness searching for her beloved who was a victim of a treacherous enemy