“The Lord will allow you to be struck down before your enemies; you will attack them from one direction but flee from them in seven directions and will become an object of terror1 to all the kingdoms of the earth.
The Beloved to Her Lover: Oh, how I wish you were1 my little brother,2 nursing at my mother’s breasts; if I saw3 you outside, I could kiss you – surely4 no one would despise me!5