And Yishmaʽ
And in the seventh month it came to be that Yishmaʽ
Wisdom is better than weapons of conflict, but one sinner destroys much good.
Yishmaʽ
And it came to be, on the second day after he had killed Geḏ
She weeps bitterly at night, And her tears are upon her cheeks. Among all her lovers there is no comforter for her. All her friends have betrayed her, They have become her enemies.
