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Shulames The highest mountains are lower than low, The smallest mountain is high. All the seventy sages said so, And I, too, insignificant I.224 The highest mountains are lower than low, I step over them with one look. All the seventy sages said so, A thousand years ago, in a book. The smallest mountain is high without bound, Greater than all the ages. Shulames strolled there, with her sheep all around, Followed by seventy sages. Shulames's wisdom they contrived, The Song of Songs composed. She made that small mountain rise as high As ever she supposed. I am consumed with envy of her: Her beauty blooms on, does not die. And also because the seventy sages Trailed after her with a sigh. 1959 467 pnn ny^TSKS lyi *px ,TiaDO:n X 1X9 1?^H1X§ ttt»n 7T "1 7X ••p^rux •farn 7 a t?srm jya a'nx - am p a *px *pVtp Djnjrr-'T x 7X axn ^ a r« oxi )ix - 7p px n a x nxs n^jra pp 0^3 T ^ X OXI px x *?T , pna ly^Tsss nyi *px tnx-r i ^ i •'•'T •'n px ,tnan ]j;aip W T ^I px T pK ,110 x rx 7X x p^a pj?a nx nxs nVya pp B^a rx DXT px .•jy^nix ^yn 7a oyn isra anx - Vnyt^ ]ix Vixj nx§ nVya pp owi rx oxi px pna 468 ...

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