love should become angry. You who ignored me when I importuned will perhaps give ear to my reproof. What are you doing in your ancestral home, luxury-loving soldier?5 Where is the wall, the ditch, the winter spent under tents of skins? Lo, the trumpet sounds from heaven. Lo, our commander, fully armed, comes forth, surrounded by clouds, to conquer the world. Lo, a sharp two-edged sword goes forth from the king’s mouth and cuts down all that stands in its way.6 And do you come forth, pray, from bedchamber