I spare the city when they turn from sin, The threatened judgement I forbear to bring. I joy in showing mercy to these men: Should I not pity Nineveh? You loathe my mercy and pray angrily “I knew you’d do this, for you act graciously. I’d rather die than live—O Lord, take me.” Should I not pity Nineveh? You hope for judgement to the very last, Watching the city for what might come to pass. You wait with angry eyes for me to act. Should I not pity Nineveh? I make a plant to shade you from the heat. You’re glad, but then I send a worm to eat The plant, and sun and wind on you to beat. Should I not pity Nineveh? You long again for death when the plant dies, A plant you didn’t tend, its life a trice— Look at this teeming city through my eyes: Should I not pity Nineveh?
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Nineveh
I spare the city when they turn from sin, The threatened judgement I forbear to bring. I joy in showing mercy to these men: Should I not pity Nineveh? You loathe my mercy and pray angrily “I knew you’d do this, for you act graciously. I’d rather die than live—O Lord, take me.” Should I not pity Nineveh? You hope for judgement to the very last, Watching the city for what might come to pass. You wait with angry eyes for me to act. Should I not pity Nineveh? I make a plant to shade you from the heat. You’re glad, but then I send a worm to eat The plant, and sun and wind on you to beat. Should I not pity Nineveh? You long again for death when the plant dies, A plant you didn’t tend, its life a trice— Look at this teeming city through my eyes: Should I not pity Nineveh?