FAINTING BEFORE MURDERERS
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I looked on the earth It was waste and void I looked to the heavens They had no light I looked on the mountains And they were quaking |
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I looked There was no man All the birds of the air had fled I looked The fruitful land Was a desert All its cities laid in ruins |
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At the noise of horseman and archer Every city takes to flight They enter thickets They climb among rocks All the cities are forsaken No man dwells in them |
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And you, O desolate one What do you mean that you dress in scarlet That you deck yourself with ornaments of gold That you enlarge your eyes with paint? In vain you beautify yourself Your lovers despise you They seek your life |
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For I heard a cry As of a woman in travail Anguish as of one Bringing forth her first child The cry of the daughter of Zion Gasping for breath Stretching out her hands "Woe is me, I am fainting before murderers!" |
(adapted from the Bible)
