In the morning you will say, ‘If only it were evening!’ And in the evening you will say, ‘I wish it were morning!’ because of the things you will fear and the things you will see.

Then the elders of the city nearest to the corpse<n id="1" /> must take from the herd a heifer that has not been worked &#8211; that has never pulled with the yoke &#8211;

<p class="poetry">butter from the herdp> <p class="poetry">and milk from the flock,p> <p class="poetry">along with the fat of lambs,p> <p class="poetry">rams and goats of Bashan,p> <p class="poetry">along with the best of the kernels of wheat;p> <p class="poetry">and from the juice of grapes you drank wine.p>