Mother laughed when the seer proclaimed that she -- she of ten-score summers! -- would conceive me. But I've heard no laughter during this three-day journey, only that YAH Himself will provide.
YAH, that Fear in the darkness murmuring promises -- yes, I know what He will provide. For as we scrabble on this slope, I see father hefting the fire, the rope, the bright-edged blade.
Would that another provide. Would that some king commute this sentence, some prophet foresee a new future, some priest lift the wood from my neck and bear it up this lonely mount step by step by step.
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