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GOLEM - The Wandering Soul

The Philistines were standing on one hill.

The Israelites were positioned on another.

The valley lay between them.

A champion came out from the Philistine camp - Goliath of Gath.

He was over nine feet in height.

He had a bronze helmet on his head.

And he wore plate-armour of bronze.

His armour weighed 5,000 shekels of bronze.

A bronze spear was slung over his shoulder.

The shaft of his spear was like a weaver's beam.

The head of his spear weighed 600 shekels of iron.

A shield-bearer marched before him.

David said to Saul:

"My Lord, I tend my father's sheep."

"Whenever a lion or a bear came and carried off a lamb from the flock."

"I went after it and attacked it."

"I killed it and rescued the lamb from its jaws."

"If it turned on me ..."

"...I would seize it by the beard and batter it to death."

"I have killed both lions and bears, my Lord."

The Philistine said to David:

"Am I a dog that you come to me armed with sticks?"

And he swore at David in the name of his gods.

The Philistine said to David:

"Come to me and I will give your flesh ..."

"... to the birds of the air and to the beasts of the field."

And David said to the Philistine:

"You come to me armed ..."

"... with a sword, a spear and a shield."

"But I come to you armed only with my beliefs."

22 Letters, traced, hewn, multiplied, balanced and evolved...

... to shape the creatures and all that will be created.

Out of the Alef...

...came the air, the atmosphere, spring and autumn, the breasts...

and the rule of balance.

Out of the Mem...

came water, earth, winter, the stomach...

and the limit of censure.

Out of the Shin came fire, sky, summer, the head...

...and the limit of merit.

Out of the Bet...

...came Saturn, the Sabbath, the mouth...

...life and death.

Out of the Gimel came Jupiter, Sunday, the right eye...

...peace and misfortune.

Out of the Dalet came Mars, Monday...

the left eye, wisdom and foolishness.

Out of the Kaf came Venus, Wednesday...

the left nostril...

cultivation...

and the desert.

Out of the Resh...

...there came Mercury, Thursday...

the right ear...

grace and ugliness.

And out of the Tav...

...there came the moon, Friday...

the left ear...

domination...

and slavery...

You are the spirit of exile.

The collective soul of all who wander the earth.

I created you from the dust of the earth.

Go...

Protect the wanderers...

The nomads...

The exiled...

Shield them from all evil and hardships...

...inflicted on them by their persecutors.

Protect them.

And guide them.

Some reunite with others.

The others reunite with some.

These are opposed to those, and those are opposed to these.

These are the opposite of those and those are the opposite of these.

If these are not, neither are those.

And if those are not, neither are these.

The soil is cracked for there is no rain...

...and the farmers hide their heads in shame.

The doe calves in the field and forsakes her young...

...for there is no more grass.

The wild asses stand in high places...

They sniff the wind for moisture like jackals.

Their eyes fail from seeking grass which is no more.

It is the second year that famine has gripped the heart of the land.

And for five more years there will be neither ploughing nor harvest.

The land is in mourning, the soul steeped in a curse.

So we have come to wander in another country.

A man from Bethlehem, in the land of Judea...

...went to live in the land of Moab.

He, his wife, and his two sons.

The man's name was Elimelech and his wife's name was Naomi.

And his two sons were named Mahlon and Chilion.

Chilion!

'Morning... Right away!

Hurry up, we'll be late.

I'll be down in a minute.

Morning, mum.

I sleep but my heart is awake.

Listen! My beloved is knocking:

Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one.

For my head is drenched and my locks are wet with the dew of the night.

I have taken off my robe. Must I put it on again?

I have washed my feet. Must I soil them again?

My beloved slipped his hand around the doorway...

My loins stirred within me.

I rose to open to my beloved!

My hands dripped with myrrh.

My fingers dripped fragrant myrrh upon the bolt.

I opened to my beloved but my love had turned away and was gone.

My heart sank when he turned away.

I sought him but I did not find him.

I called him but he did not answer.

To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose.

A time to be born.

And a time to die.

A time to plant.

And a time to uproot the planted.

A time to kill.

And a time to heal.

A time to weep.

And a time to laugh.

A time to mourn and a time to dance.

A time to cast away stones and a time to gather them.

A time to embrace and a time to avoid embracing.

A time to seek and a time to lose.

A time to keep and a time to cast away.

A time to tear and a time to mend.

A time to keep silence.

And a time to speak.

A time to love.

And a time to hate.

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose.

A time to be born and a time to die.

You saw those two! - Anything to say?

Not good enough for you here? Well, go home then! Get out!

Is he dead? - They both are.

Mahlon and Chilion, sons of Elimelech, born in Bethlehem.

Two brothers.

And those tyre marks?

2 metres 10.

Record the injuries.

Crushed rib-cage.

Frontal blow...

Right leg smashed.

This one has both left and right feet broken, legs broken as well.

Crushed abdomen and bleeding temples.

Go, get the camera. - Yes.

It must have been a violent collision, check the nails.

On both? - No, only this one.

Good evening.

Can we remove them? - Let him take a photo first.

You can take them now.

What make is it?

Blue Motobecane.

Careful, careful.

Come on, let's go.

You have turned justice into poison...

...and banished goodness from the earth.

Well,

you levy taxes from the poor and demand a tithe of grain.

You have built houses of hewn stone...

...but you shall not dwell in them.

You have planted pleasant vineyards...

...but you shall not drink their wine.

For I know of your many crimes.

I know all your countless sins.

You persecute the innocent.

You hold men to ransom.

You thrust the poor out of court.

Therefore at that time, the wise man will keep silent.

For it is an evil time.

Can horses gallop over rocks?

Can the sea be ploughed with oxen?

Yet you have turned the law into gall.

And turned justice into poison.

Shame on them who rise early to go in pursuit of wine...

...and drink until night, till inflamed by it.

The harp, the lute, the tabor, the pipe and wine are at their feasts...

...but they do not take heed.

Shame on them that call evil good, and good evil.

Who take bitter for sweet.

And sweet for bitter.

Shame on them that are wise in their own eyes.

And prudent in their own esteem.

Shame on them who decree unjust laws...

who write grievances which they have prescribed.

They who deprive the needy of justice.

And who rob the poor of my People of their right.

Shame on those who prey on widows and plunder orphans!

Therefore the wise shall keep silence...

...in such time.

For it is an evil time.

You who thrust the evil day aside...

...and hasten to establish violence.

You who loll on beds inlaid with ivory.

And sprawl over your couches.

Feasting on lambs from the flock, and fatted calves.

You who pluck the strings of the lute...

...and invent musical instruments, like David.

You who drink wine by the bowlful...

... and lard yourselves with the richest of oils.

What does man gain from all his toil and labour under the sun?

Generations come and generations go...

...while the earth endures forever.

The sun rises and the sun goes down.

And back it returns to its place to rise again.

The wind blows south, the wind blows north.

Round and round goes the wind.

And again it returns with its currents.

All streams run into the sea, yet the sea is never full.

Back to the place from where the streams ran...

...they return to run again.

All words are tiresome. Man can utter none others.

No eye is satisfied with seeing.

No ear is sated with hearing.

That which was shall be again.

That which was done shall be done again.

There is no memory of former things.

Nor shall there be any memory...

...of things to come.

So I said to myself:

I too shall suffer the fate of the fool.

For the wise man is remembered no longer...

...than the fool.

For as the passing days multiply, all will be forgotten.

Alas, the wise man dies like the fool.

Again I considered all the oppressions that are done under the sun.

I saw the tears of the oppressed and no one to comfort them.

Might was on the side of the oppressors.

I counted the dead happy because they were already dead.

Happier than the living who are still alive.

But more fortunate than either I consider the man yet unborn.

For he had not witnessed the wicked deeds done under the sun.

For who can tell what is good for man in this life.

This brief span of vain life through which he passes like a shadow.

Who can tell a man what shall be next under the sun?

Wisdom is found on the lips of the sensible man.

But the stick awaits the man who lacks sense.

Better a meal of radishes where love reigns...

...than a fattened calf where hatred resides.

I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem.

Do not rouse nor awake my love, until it is ready.

Their love.

Their hatred.

Their greed.

All is now perished.

Never again will they have a part in what is done under the sun.

So I came to hate life.

For I have found but evil under the sun.

All is vanity.

And chasing the wind.

Go back, both of you, return to your mothers' homes.

We have a little sister.

She has no breasts yet.

What shall we do for her when she is spoken for?

If she is a wall, we will build on her a silver parapet.

If she is a door, we will close her up with planks of cedar.

I am a wall and my breasts are like towers.

So in his eyes I am the one who found favour.

Go back, both of you, return to your mothers' homes.

Turn back, my daughters!

Why would you go with me?

Am I likely to bear any more sons to be husbands for you?

Return, my daughters!

Go back!

My dear...

My little girl...

Give me your coat.

Morning, Dad.

Did you bet in the fourth?

Don't talk about it, I bet on Palocina to win...

Emperor's Daughter, five to one.

A glass of red, Dad? - Why not...

Still, Palocina is a fine filly.

Did you want something, dear? - Just a glass for Philippe.

Charlotte's in the fifth.

Some people say a man is made out of mud.

Yes, dear, quite so.

I've washed all your things.

Charlotte's temperamental.

Has she changed trainer?

How about the Gulf situation, Dad?

One farmhouse armchair. - Note: one armchair.

One small wooden bench. - Note: one small wooden bench.

Sit down, Madame.

The wooden bench is 85cm long.

Red terracotta flower pot. - Note: one red terracotta flower pot.

A sack of Thai rice. - Note: one sack of Thai rice.

A radio...

Note: radio, Thomson.

Any batteries?

No batteries.

A mattress, heavily used.

Note: one mattress. Condition? Used.

Nothing is left ...

affix the seals

Madame, we will proceed with a list of the goods seized.

Then I would like you to sign the list.

One small, curved chest of drawers...

Style Louis XVI.

One straw rug.

One metallic blue canteen, one fan.

One cane armchair, one mattress, one refrigerator.

One leather trunk, one farmhouse armchair...

one small wooden bench 85cm long...

One terracotta flower pot, one bag of Thai rice.

One Thomson radio model 38990, without batteries...

One mattress... condition: used.

Will you sign?

Madame, it is my duty to serve you this notice from the Town Hall:

Dear Madame,

We wish to inform you of an Organisation...

...that repatriates the bodies of foreigners to their country of origin.

Our cemeteries, being of limited space...

...must be reserved for citizens of French nationality.

We are sure you appreciate the necessity for such action.

Neverthless, we are prepared to grant you a loan...

...to cover the cost of expenses incurred: coffin, transport etc.

And we will bear the cost of a one-way ticket...

...so you can accompany the body.

In anticipation of a prompt reply we remain yours faithfully...

Your sister-in-law has gone back to her people.

Go back, as she did.

Do not urge me to go back and abandon you.

For where you go, I will go.

And where you stay, I will stay.

Your people will be my people.

Where you die, I will die.

And there will I be buried.

Nothing but death shall part us.

Build an ark of gopher wood.

And pitch it within and without.

You shall come into the ark, you and your household.

For you alone are righteous in your generation.

And of every living thing, seven pairs will you bring into the ark.

To keep them alive with you.

Two women.

walk together except they be agreed?

Will a lion.

roar in the forest when he hate no prey?

will a youg lion

cry out of his den, if he have taken nothing?

can a bird

fall in a snare upon the earth

where no gin is for him?

Shall one

take up a snare for the earth

and have taken nothing at all?

A dream

came to Jonas, son of Amitai

and told him to flee to Tarshish

because the anger and the wicknedness of his life came up before him

So Jonas ...went down to Jaffa

found a ship, pay the fare

went down in to it to go to Tarshish

But a strong wind came into the sea

a mighty tempest in the sea the ship was like to be broken

The sailors were gripped with fear and cried for help.

Then they threw overboard everything that they could...

....to lighten the ship.

And they said to each other:

"Let us cast lots to see who has brought this evil upon us."

Now Jonah had gone down into a corner of the ship...

...and had laid down and was fast asleep.

So the sailors cast lots...

...and the lot fell on Jonah.

So they said to him:

"Where do you come from?"

"What is your country?"

"Of what nation are you?"

And he said to them: "I am a stranger."

The men rowed hard to bring the ship to land, but in vain.

The sea ran higher and higher.

So they took Jonah and threw him overboard.

And there came a great fish...

...and it swallowed Jonah.

And Jonah remained in the belly of the fish...

...three days and three nights.

And Jonah cried out from the belly of the fish:

"I was cast into the deep, far out at sea."

"The flood closed around me."

"Billows and waves passed over me."

"The ocean was closing over my head."

"I was sinking into a world whose bars would hold me fast forever.

"Yet I did emerge alive from the deep."

And the fish spewed Jonah out on to the dry land.

Who is this young woman?

She is a young Moabite who has come back with Naomi from Moab.

Welcome.

Please, sit down.

The waters teem with countless living creatures.

Birds fly above the earth across the open sky.

The earth brings forth living creatures of every kind.

Cattle and reptiles.

All earthly animals according to their species.

Man has dominion over the fish of the sea.

Over the birds of the air.

Over the cattle and over all the earth...

...and over all the reptiles that creep on the earth.

The waters shall drain away.

The rivers shall be parched and run dry.

The streams will be diseased.

The canals will fall and dry up.

Bulrushes and reeds will wither away.

The river banks and its estuary will be bare.

All that is sown along the river shall dry up.

It shall turn to dust and vanish.

The fishermen shall groan and lament.

And all those who cast angle into the brooks shall bemoan.

And those who spread their nets on the water...

...shall lose heart.

I saw the earth...

...and it was without form and void.

The skies have lost their light.

I saw the mountains...

...and they reeled.

All the hills rocked to and fro.

I saw...

...and there was no man.

The very birds of the sky have taken flight.

My daughter...

I want to see you happy and settled.

Now, there is Boaz, whom you have served as one of his maidens.

Is he not our kinsman?

Tonight he will be winnowing barley at his threshing floor.

Go down there at nightfall.

Wash yourself.

Anoint yourself.

Put on your robes.

But do not make yourself known to the man...

...until he has done eating and drinking.

And when he lies down...

...mark the place where he lies.

Then, go there...

uncover his feet and lie down

and he will tell you what you shall do.

I am dark but fair, daughters of Jerusalem

like the dark tents of kedar.

Do not scorn me for being dark.

For I am scorched by the sun.

My brohters have made me watch over the vineyards.

But I did not watch over my own vineyard.

Build an ark of gopher wood and pitch it within and without.

Because you are a just man in your generation

And of every living thing of all flesh, two of every sort

Thou bring in to the ark

How lovely are your sandalled feet, Oh prince's daughter!

Your thighs are like jewels, carved by a skilled craftsman.

Your belly is a heap of wheat, set amongst the lilies.

Your breasts are like two fawns, twins fawns of a gazelle.

Your neck is a tower of ivory.

Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon...

...by the gate of the city.

Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks toward Damascus.

Your head upon your body is like Carmel.

Your tresses are like silk.

A king is held captive by you.

How lovely and entrancing you are, beloved, daughter of delights!

You are as stately as a palm tree.

Your breasts are clusters of grapes.

Great trees of the dark forest.

An old woman living in their shade.

Black birds of prey whirling about.

A gentle maiden with downcast eyes.

Be silent, sit down.

Let nothing move.

I know a maiden who is a flawless mirror.

Her eyes are large and burning.

Her lashes pierce the heart like arrows.

Her face shimmers like the full moon.

She is wearing a long gown that brushes against the earth.

With all my heart...

No, with a hundred hearts, I love her.

Tell me, love of my soul,

where do you feed and rest your flock at noon?

Why should I be left among your companions' herds?

If you do not know, oh fairest of women...

...foll the tracks of the flock...

...and tend your kids by the shepherds' tents.

A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me.

He shall be between my breasts.

My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms.

How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse!

As a lily among thorns...

...such is my beloved amongst women.

As an apple tree in a forest...

...such is my beloved among men.

To sit in his shadow was my delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

Refresh me with raisins, revive me with apples.

For I am sick with love.

May he smother me with kisses, his love is sweeter than wine...

...more fragrant than perfume.

Your name is like liquid musk.

Cover me with your kisses.

For your kisses are sweeter than wine.

More fragrant than incense.

Your name pours like sweet-smelling oil.

My dove is in the clefts of the rock, in secret crannies on high ledges.

Let me see your face, let me hear your voice.

My beloved is mine, and I am his, a shepherd among the roses.

You, my beloved, are like a gazelle.

My beloved is to me, as I am to her, the shepherd among roses.

While the day is cool and the shadows are dispersing.

Turn, my beloved, and show yourself.

A roe or a young wild goat on the hill where the cinnamon grows.

Your lips drop sweetness like honeycomb, my bride!

Honey and milk are under your tongue

and the scent of Lebanon is in your garments.

My bride, your lips drop sweetness.

Honey and milk are under your tongue.

The scent of Lebanon is in your garments.

So I praised pleasure.

A man hath no better thing

under the sun, than to eat

and to drink, and to be merry,

for that shall abide with him of his labour

the days of his life which God giveth him under the sun.

And he shall be unto thee a restorer of thy life and a nourisher of thine old age:

for thy daughter in law, which loveth thee

which is better to thee than seven sons, hath born him.

Youth without experience does not know how to face old age.

You have science and strength but the old have wisdom.

Those who allow no folly are not as wise as they think.

And we've had enough of this perfectionism.

I ask you to be patient. Be patient.

Willingness, patience... there's always something.

I am not asking you to understand, just to accept, no more!

Yes, but I do not understand.

As I said I do not ask you to understand but to accept.

But I want to understand before I accept.

To understand before accepting, you have to listen first.

If you listen, you will understand.

You don't always understand by listening.

Yet it's so easy.

Well, it's not so easy for me to accept such a thing.

You only have to make an effort.

It's easy to make an effort, to be sensible, like everyone.

I've had enough of this wisdom, of being told of how others behave.

I want to be how I am.

I'm not asking you to be like me? - Yes, you are.

No, I'm not. - Yes, you are.

Go back to your country and your kindred.

To your father's house.

And you shall be a great nation.

Go back to your country and your kindred.

To your father's house.

And you shall be a great nation.

Leave your country, your kindred and your father's house...

And I shall make of you a great nation.

I saw the earth...

and it was without form and void.

The skies have lost their light.

I saw the mountains...

and they reeled...

All the hills rocked to and fro.

I saw...

and there was no man.

And all the birds of the sky had taken flight.

Out of the Alef came the air, the atmosphere...

spring and autumn...

The breasts and the rule of balance.

Out of the Bet came...

...the oath and society.

Out of the Gimel came...

...the right eye, Jupiter, Sunday...

...peace and misery.

Out of the Dalet came Mars, Monday, the left eye...

...wisdom and foolishness.

Out of the Vav came...

...Taurus, Iyyar...

...bile, hearing and deafness.

Out of the Zayin came Gemini, Sivan, the spleen...

...the sense of smell and the lack of smell.

Out of the Khet came...

...the stomach, speech.

Three things are in man's power:

the hands, the feet, the lips.

Three things are not in man's power:

The eyes...

The ears...

Three things are painful to hear:

Curses...

Bad tidings...

Three things are pleasant to hear:

Blessings...

Good tidings...

Three gazes are evil:

The gaze of the adulterer...

And the gaze of the miser...

Three things are pleasant to see:

The modest gaze, the candid gaze...

...and the generous gaze.

Three smells are evil:

The smell of polluted air...

...and the smell of poisons.

Three smells are good:

The smell of spices...

...and the smell of feasts...

Three things are bad for language:

chatter, slander and hypocrisy.

Three things are good for language:

Silence, reserve...

...and sincerity.

These reunite with those...

and those reunite with these.

These are opposed to those...

and those are opposed to these.

These are the opposite of those...

and those are the opposite of these.

If these are not, neither are those.

If those are not, neither are these.

You are the spirit of exile.

The collective soul of all who wander the earth.

I created you of the soil.

Go and protect the wanderers, nomads and exiles from all evil...

...and from all the hardships which their persecutors inflict upon them.

Protect them...

...and guide them.

You come to me armed with a sword...

...with a spear and a shield.

But I come to you...

...armed with my faith.