Song at the Sea (Exodus 15), Leningrad Codex

(Genesis 4:8) for D. G., my uncle Abel, brother, yesterday the primal crime awoke me: I had murdered your snow-white dreams and damned I was urging myself endlessly on down the night-darkening…

Ha! Those who would hide their plans Deep from the Lord! Who do their work in dark places And say, “Who sees us, who takes note of us?” How perverse of you! Should the potter be accounted as the…