Genesis 4:1-16
The Daily Office
How quick you turn away from me.
In the blink of an eye,
All our memories deleted
From your memory
And does your face fall
From a gift you saw not taken?
Had I truly stored up so little
In our account together?
Well then, be angry at me
If you are hungry to be right.
I promise never
To appraise your account different.
But your brother over there,
Leave him be from our quarrel;
Or you will have sold your account
To the beast at the door.
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