And a voice said, "O daughter, you are greatly beloved of God.

And Michael added, "O daughter greatly beloved, fear not!

O daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep over me.

Shout in triumph, O daughter of Jerusalem!

'All right, lead on, O peach-breasted daughter of-' And no poetry.

O bonny brown sons, and O sweet little daughters, Maybe he thinks of you now.

Your word is holier than they - O glorious daughter of kings, princess royal!

This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

"It is gravely and well preached, O daughter of Sirach!"

Cry thou with a shrill voice, O daughter of Gallim!