each one is so close to the next that no air can come between them.

“Oh that my request would be realized, and that God would grant me what I long for!

If he is uprooted from his place, then that place will disown him, saying, ‘I have never seen you!’

He grows up like a flower and then withers away; he flees like a shadow, and does not remain.

For the years that lie ahead are few, and then I will go on the way of no return.

When he pulls it out and it comes out of his back, the gleaming point out of his liver, terrors come over him.

But as soon as she springs up, she laughs at the horse and its rider.

“You say, ‘He is foam on the face of the waters; their portion of the land is cursed so that no one goes to their vineyard.