Heretse!
Heretse!
Thou thin-armed one,
Who hast thin hands!
Thou smooth bulrush mat,
Thou whose neck is bent.
Thou who art made so as to be lifted up (upon a tree),
Who liftest thyself up.
Thou who wilt not die even behind that hill
Which is yet beyond those hills,
That lie on the other side of this far-distant hill. [11]