Shepherd: Chiasmus
I am the good shepherd;
the sheep are my life.
He who is hired
does not own the sheep,
Sees the wolf coming,
Thinks about running.
Avoiding danger, flees from the strife,
Leaving them helpless, runs for his life.
Snarling, the wolf rends,
devours, tears patches;
Ruthless, descending,
he scatters, he snatches.
He who is hired
cares not for the sheep
I am the good shepherd:
My sheep know my voice.
I lay down my life for them;
I do so by choice.
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from John 10, the chiasmus here is the contrast between the shepherd and the hired hand
Shepherd
Hireling
Wolf
Hierling
Wolf
Hierling
Shepherd
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