The one in love sees love in everything,
Anxiety — only danger.
The warlike has not yet conquered all,
The wanderer has packed for a long road.

You are a warrior, David, and you tremble with fear,
And a traveler — you flee from Saul,
You hate, you love,
You cry out
And keep silent,
You weep in psalms, you sing.

Not constantly and not at once
(For many this is not clear)
Bitter and sweet water
Spring from one source.
The turbid falls out as sediment.
For everything its time and order.