"I am the woman at the well, I am the harlot.
I am the scattered seed that fell along the path.
I am the son that ran away,
and I am the bitter son that stayed

"I am the angry man who came to stone the lover.
I am the woman there ashamed before the crowd.
I am the leper that gave thanks,
but I am the nine that never came.

"My God, my God, why hast Thou accepted me?" (>>)