{"id":56198,"date":"2019-05-26T22:27:09","date_gmt":"2019-05-26T19:27:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp.929.org.il\/?p=56198"},"modified":"2022-12-20T12:06:29","modified_gmt":"2022-12-20T10:06:29","slug":"delilah-after-samsons-death","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.929.org.il\/en\/delilah-after-samsons-death\/","title":{"rendered":"Delilah, After Samson&#8217;s Death"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"entry-content\"><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[281],"tags":[362,878],"acf":{"old_id":"56198","type":"no","iframe":"","writer":36669,"related_cahpter":"227","type_929":"2","show_author_image":false,"old_create_date":"","old_url":"","post_main_content":{"description":"His hair was long \/ His life was short","content":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Write this down.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The man I loved<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Is dead. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Write this down.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The man I loved<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Was a good man.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A gentle man.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Others saw only his strength,<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The large, taut biceps on his arms,<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His massive shoulders.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I saw his fingers<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Tender as they stroked my eyes,<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Tender<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As they stroked my wind, my cloud, my sky,<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Tender<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As he inscribed our names together<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In the sand<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Before the storm.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Others saw him burn fields of ripe grain<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With torches of foxtails.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I saw him light a slender candle<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span> <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">To give me light in the growing dusk,<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span> <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Light to my star,<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span> <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Light to my moon,<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span> <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Light to a dream I didn&#8217;t know I had dreamt.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Others saw him kill a lion.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Others saw him wield a donkey&#8217;s jawbone as a sword.<\/span><\/p>\n<p 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to me in a quiet voice.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He looked at me with quiet eyes. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Out of the strong<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Came forth sweetness. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His hair was long.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His life was short.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The man I loved<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Is dead.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I threw his life away.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Write this 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