3. Aubade
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
Until the daybreak, and shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bethel.
By night, I sought him whom my soul loveth.
And when the angel saw that he prevailed not against Jacob, he touched the hollow of Jacob’s thigh:
and the hollow of Jacob’s thigh was out of joint
as he wrestled with him.
And he said, let me go, for day breaketh.
Song of Songs, Genesis
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