The beauty and the men have gone. For we sit by the empty gates, naked in lament. Six woes over, and we are exiled, into gardens of shame and not of knowledge. Is it folly that hearts shake as the forest trees before the wind, because we have refused the gentle streams. Folly to see and not perceive. So rage and hunger across the land. Thick in swarms descending, the distress and darkness, the darkness and the anguish.
But there will be no gloom for her who was in anguish.
The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light;
those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness,
on them has light shined.
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