Listen to what he says! And already he has forgotten what he said a moment since and remembers it no more.
You will live in joy? But I tell you that you are already dead and life has departed from you and that you weep because the man is at hand who will drive you from your place!
Do not hope! For I say to you that the sword is loosed against you and it will not rest till it has devoured you, sweeping you from before the face of the sun.
Like the plague upon the poultry, like the pestilence upon the pigs, the sword has come upon you!
This I see and exult. Let me perish beneath the sword!
I do not wish to live in joy. Where is the joy in life?
But I long to die, like a man that has been flayed.
Fools! 'Tis enough for you that cozening life anoints your lips with its greasy thumb.
But nothing will keep me from dying of the malady of death
Unless I lay hold on joy, like a thing that one grasps with one hand and tears with the other,