I am a bondslave in the house of the saints; I
roll up and down at their door. The dust of
their feet cleaves to me; it raises forty-two of
mine to heaven. I gather up the food left on their
plates; I make a mouthful of it. Tuka says, I
have no other plan of salvation but this; I count
this the essence of all plans.
roll up and down at their door. The dust of
their feet cleaves to me; it raises forty-two of
mine to heaven. I gather up the food left on their
plates; I make a mouthful of it. Tuka says, I
have no other plan of salvation but this; I count
this the essence of all plans.