As the evening of Sabbath approached, Luria and the others decked themselves out in white and walked to the open fields to greet and welcome Bride Sabbath. From a high clearing they watched the sun sink; then they sang "L'kha dodi" — "Come, O bride, Come, O bride, O Sabbath Queen." They found that Bride Sabbath, whose light sanctifies the week, was akin to the Shekinah, that weeping and wandering woman who figures as God's indwelling presence in the world, exiled here in suffering until redemption brings the world to God.
— Annie Dillard, For the Time Being