CHAPTERLXVII

chapterlxvii

i.9.nâjânesâhabkaisâhai

idonotknowwhatmannerofgodismine.

themullahcriesaloudtohim:andwhy?isyourlorddeaf?the

subtleankletsthatringonthefeetofaninsectwhenitmoves

areheardofhim.

tellyourbeads,paintyourforeheadwiththemarkofyourgod,

andwearmattedlockslongandshowy:butadeadlyweaponisin

yourheart,andhowshallyouhavegod?