"With ropes of love I have drawn you to me;
I have lifted you out of the pit.
For even in the depths of your brazen conduct
I could see a heart rightly disposed,
and oh how I longed to see you return to me,
leaving aside your disgusting practices
and turning your attention to things pure and upright and good.
Your conscience had severely dulled,
and only here or there did it stab you with guilt.
Alone you would not have broken free.
I could see the war in you,
for you wished to do good
but at the same time lusted like a mere animal,
a stallion after mares, a bull after cows,
a bull running to the slaughter day and night.
And so I knew I had to act.
You were asleep, drugged with lust,
and there was only one thing
I had not yet tried in order to wake you.
Though it hurt me (for know that I love you),
I could not allow your leaven any longer
within my holy congregation.
You know the rest, my son,
how with a heavy heart I handed you over to Satan,
hoping that you would awake.
And now I am all joy,
for you have awoken,
and day by day you rub the sleep from your eyes,
poring over my word and cleansing your path.
Please, keep me before you always,
and it will go well with you.
Pummel your body and lead it as a slave,
namely, a slave to me and to righteousness.
Do not allow yourself to slip back into sleep,
for to sleep again would be your end.
Continue on the path of what is right,
and soon you will be with
your brothers and sisters once more.
Though I handed you over to Satan,
you have come back to me with tears,
true tears, tears of one awoken,
tears of one born again, confused and scared,
and I eagerly took you in."
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