The Fox Is Saying

The Fox Is Saying

When I sharpen the blade of My sword
And My hand grasps judgment
Woe to him that builds his house without justice
And his chambers without lawfulness

Let no man leave his place on the seventh day
So the people rested on the seventh day

He turned their heart to hate His people 

To plot against His servants

The servant of the priest would come
When (one) cooked the flesh, with a three-pronged fork in his hand
Are they not finding (and) dividing the spoils
A damsel, two damsels to every man

And this was the due of the priests from the people
(Whenever) any man would slaughter a sacrifice
That uses his friend’s service without wages
And does not give him for his hire

I will bring vengeance upon My adversaries
And repay those who hate Me
Them that hate me
That I may cut them off

All wayfarers have plundered him
He was a disgrace to his neighbors
And of my enemies You have given me
The back of their necks

Praiseworthy is the man
Who has filled his quiver with them
They will not be ashamed when
They talk to the enemies in the gate

See that the Lord has given you the Sabbath
Therefore, on the sixth day
He sent Moses His servant
[And] Aaron whom He chose

He gives you bread for two days
Let each man remain in his place
Like arrows in the hand of a mighty man
So are the sons of one's youth

And He made His people very fruitful
And He made it stronger than its adversaries
Behold, the heritage of the Lord is sons
The reward is the fruit of the innards