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3. THE UNFAITHFUL WIFE

Since the day you came home

and did not look at me,

everything changed inside.

Like that sick dog who

lies there sighing,

so does my soul languish and pine.

For the sinner, the whole world intercedes,

but for the innocent, only a miracle.

So let there be a miracle as witness unto me.

Show Your truth, o God,

show him that I am truthful!

Suddenly the dog, that poor creature,

shook his head quickly,

ran up to her happily,

licked her hand tenderly—

and fell down to the earth, dead.

God knows things about a man

that he himself does not know.