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He narrates: To the altar of the temple the wolf was going, as he was thinking of the sacrifice: and to the dwelling of discipline he went to steal.
When those lambs were stolen: the wolf saw that its ear was [there]: and the fox in the ruins sought him: that his unity might be separated from him. He stood for him, for it was a dark night, and they turned to him: and the angelic sacrifices delivered him. Why does the innocent not fear, [he who is] far from the angel of salvation? How am I a kid to the fox? Why, however, did the lamb see the angel? Far [be it]: lest he deliver the living (1)? He considered: how do I know? He trusted: that the exodus might die in the son? How it pleased me that they might rejoice and flowers and the captive? Why does the mind discipline: that the lover knows me? And when in the time he was seeking appeasement: and to the thievery they went out, those who were alive considered: they trusted the truthful ones: and he feared bodily thievery: not, however, [the] voluntary [one]. And when the sun rose: he [came] to the bodily lambs: and there was one...
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