Capitolo 71
It is hath grown tired of pacific encomium and people
What in a warren of dry break of mountains,
Whose few throats can make the small noise in sky.
_A Youth Man_.
For the hath of the love of sure God wandered to strange nations;
His/her pleasure in the breasts in Jerusalem
It is a delight old adult. Yea, he would change
That shepherd-woman of the terrestrial cities,
Of who mind is as the clear light of his/her hills,
Full of the sound of one hundred fall of waters;
It is out poureth his/her desire, belike,
On that queen the wealth of the hath of the dressed world,
Babylon for whose read gilded the of the
Altercations likes the young men with the great gifts and the boastings;
Of who mind is as a carbuncle of fire,
Full of the sound of amazing flames of music.
_Another_.
Yea, what cans offer of Israel against her,
Who the rich earth out of his/her hath of the mines put on,
And it crowned with emeralds grown in secret stones,
Who on his/her uses of shoulders the glint of the sea
You redden and pearls and the flax of Indian the earth
It is flax on his/her edges you refresh as clear of moon,
And it shoots down of gilded beasts covers his/her throne;
Of who passion stirs in his/her thought as in the air
Melody moves of flutes and silver horns:
What it cans Jerusalem the hill-city
Does offer to hold the best wishes of God Babilonia?
_Judith_.
That that but the beauty of the holiness and sound
Of music served as hearts that they adore God?
You that dissolutely speaks of God, you will still see
Jerusalem that treads on his/her enemies.
But was thing that of five days one of you he/she spoke?
_A Citizen_.
Sware of Ozias an oath: hast you it didn't feel?
_Judith_.
No, for me I hold away my mind from Your languages
Wisely. Who walks in dust wind-without breath of roads,
That haths a garden where the roses breathe?
_A Citizen_.
I have any garden where the roses breathe;
I have a city full of women to cry
It is children that die of hunger and men weak with silk
Who fight against each other for a portion of water.
_Another_.
Not only you the hast pleasant garden-times,