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Man has separated lust and sorrow.
But God holds them together like day and night.
I know lust. I know intense suffering.
I praise God’s one name.
Translated by David Soeterndorp.
He read my songs of sorrow and mourning . . .
Has one Poet wreaked against his People
If I erred through licentious ways,
If I erred, vain and unfaithful?
Thus mourns my song. No word of comfort…
Upon a lofty mountain ascent, O herald of Zion, raise your voice with strength, O herald of Jerusalem, raise your voice, fear not; say to the cities of Judah: “Behold your God” (Isaiah 40: 9).Friends…