I open my mouth in a parable; I utter riddles of old,
I incline my ear to a parable; I expound my riddle on the lyre.
Why should I fear in the days of evil, When the crookedness of my supplanters surrounds me?
For understanding a proverb and a figure, The words of the wise and their riddles.
“Remember the former events of old, for I am Ěl, and there is no one else – Elohim, and there is no one like Me,
and He was not speaking to them without parables. And when they were alone, He explained all to His taught ones.
And יהוה uprooted them from their land in displeasure, and in wrath, and in great rage, and cast them into another land, as it is today.’
