Song of Solomon 2: 15

Catch for us the foxes,
the little foxes
that ruin the vineyards,
our vineyards that are in bloom.

Identify the sons of bitches
Those littered curs
Whose gluttonous manner
Leaves naught for us and ours.

Catch for us the greedy
The avarice few
Who take that which is earned
collectively with toil and tears.

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