Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness?
We were terrified and ran to the mountains.
The beams of our house are cedar and our rafters are fir.
We stayed in a very dirty place, stinky and filthy.
Who is she that looketh forth as the morning?
They told us we would be sold.
We have a little sister and she hath no breasts.
Twelve years old, they raped her with no mercy.
I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valley.
He tied my hands and legs and blindfolded me.
They have made me keeper of the vineyard.
I did all the work: cleaning, cooking, washing.
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples.
They did not feed me for six days.
I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
If I washed, he would sleep with me.
I will rise now and…
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