Mit Warmem Blut (Von Goethe)

If Yahweh does not build
the house, all our building
is in vain, is in vain.

All my moral indignation,
prophetic cries, and sweeping
vision-- All your plans
for revolution, your dreams of
justice and return-- All
the songs of true and false,
good and evil, right and
wrong-- What to me? Not
a thing. A quintessence of
dust. If Yahweh does not
build the house

If Yahweh does not build--
set his heart to it, gather
to himself his spirit--
If Yahweh does not build

and his breath, all flesh
will perish-- if Yahweh
does not build

if Yahweh does not
Does not

Build