We drew near to find out
We drew near to fnd out how our mother was faring. We stood at her door and wept. The watchmen found us, beat us, wounded us: “Away, unclean ones!” they shouted.
Again we came but did not draw near; from afar, we stood at the top of the Mount [of Olives]. The solitary one1 appeared before us; she looked out from her prison as she faced us.
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