Your bed is too short, your blanket too skimpy.
But what will you do when you are fiercely attacked and punished by foreigners? Where will you run for help? Where will you hide your valuables?
We are unfit to worship you; each of our good deeds is merely a filthy rag. We dry up like leaves; our sins are storm winds sweeping us away.
The rooms on the top level were narrower than those on the middle level, and the rooms on the middle level were narrower than those on the bottom level.
