<p class="poetry">Our skin is hot as an ovenp> <p class="poetry">due to a fever from hunger.<n id="1" />p>

Joseph hurried out, for he was overcome by affection for his brother<n id="1" /> and was at the point of tears.<n id="2" /> So he went to his room and wept there.p>

<t /><p class="poetry">How can I give you up,<n id="1" /> O Ephraim?p> <p class="poetry">How can I surrender you, O Israel?p> <p class="poetry">How can I treat you like Admah?p> <p class="poetry">How can I make you like Zeboiim?p> <p class="poetry">I have had a change of heart!<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">All my tender compassions are aroused!<n id="3" />p>

The real mother<n id="1" /> spoke up to the king, for her motherly instincts were aroused.<n id="2" /> She said, &#8220;My master, give her the living child! Whatever you do, don&#8217;t kill him!&#8221;<n id="3" /> But the other woman said, &#8220;Neither one of us will have him! Let them cut him in two!&#8221;