When will the veil be lifted that casts so black a night over the universe? God of Israel, lift at last the gloom: For how long will you be hidden?
Without money honor is merely a disease.
Have there ever been more submissive slaves? Adoring, even in their irons, the God who punishes them.
To repair the irreparable ravages of time.
I can hear those glances that you think are silent.
Pain is unjust, and all the arguments That cannot soothe it only rouse suspicion.