Turn Back!
Protect
us from the foxes on the prowl
that
devastate the vineyard and its grace.
The
foxes take the good and make it foul.
They
always desecrate the holy place.
The
one I love belongs exclusively
to
me alone. With no one will I share
my
intimate who loves effusively.
My
lover is a man beyond compare.
Until
the break of day when shadows flee
he
walks among the lilies where we dwell.
Turn
back again, my lover, come to me.
Be
like a bounding stag, a young gazelle.
I
will not be at peace or calm until
I
see him come across the rugged hill.
(Ch. 2:15-17)
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| Four Foxes, Franz Marc, 1913 |
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