All talk about my Iran, our Iran.

By his knowledge, the depths were broken up, and the skies drop down the dew.

By his knowledge the depths are broken up, and the clouds drop down the dew.

Nada, a Sudanese residing in Egypt, advised on how best to cover the demonstrations

God give you of the dew of the sky, of the fatness of the earth, and plenty of grain and new wine.

Therefore God give thee of the dew of heaven, and the fatness of the earth, and plenty of corn and wine

Atefeh Walters tweeted, I will fight for my country always!! I will never forget Neda!!

Israel dwells in safety the fountain of Jacob alone, In a land of grain and new wine. Yes, his heavens drop down dew.

Israel then shall dwell in safety alone the fountain of Jacob shall be upon a land of corn and wine also his heavens shall drop down dew.

like the dew of Hermon, that comes down on the hills of Zion for there Yahweh gives the blessing, even life forevermore.

As the dew of Hermon, and as the dew that descended upon the mountains of Zion for there the LORD commanded the blessing, even life for evermore.

Isaac his father answered him, Behold, of the fatness of the earth will be your dwelling, and of the dew of the sky from above.

And Isaac his father answered and said unto him, Behold, thy dwelling shall be the fatness of the earth, and of the dew of heaven from above

Zannevesht, a blogger and journalist refers in her blog to Neda's death and says courageous Iranian women and girls have been present in this protest movement.

Nada (born Nada Malanima November 17, 1953 in Gabbro, Rosignano Marittimo, Province of Livorno) is an Italian singer.

Dina had also fallen asleep, and their mother had told Nada and Haya to go to their room, where it would be safer.

This is Neda, the Iranian girl who was shot while at a demonstration with her father in Iran only a few weeks ago, and she is now the focus, rightly so, of the YouTube generation.

I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.

I sleep, but my heart waketh it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

Blogger Asad Ali Mohamadi, writes that his neighbours in Copenhagen, Denmark, are asking him about Neda, and that as soon as you turn on the television and internet you see news about Iran and Neda.