Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

But if there be no resurrection of the dead, then is Christ not risen:

rathe tiSThan nayati vaajinaH puro yatra-yatra kaamayate suSaarathiH

dveSTi shvashruur apa jaayaa ruNaddhi na naathito vindate marDitaaram

וַתְּהִי־ ע֥וֹד מִלְחָמָ֖ה בְּגַ֑ת וַיְהִ֣י ׀ אִ֣ישׁ מִדָּ֗ה וְאֶצְבְּעֹתָ֤יו שֵׁשׁ־ וָשֵׁשׁ֙ עֶשְׂרִ֣ים וְאַרְבַּ֔ע וְגַם־ ה֖וּא נוֹלַ֥ד לְהָרָפָֽא׃

And over the host of the tribe of the children of Asher was Pagiel the son of Ocran.

ghRtaM na yo haribhish caaru secata aa tvaa vishantu harivarpasaM giraH