Capitolo 77
How thee of the show that, as in young girl non beloved
There is the virginity to make their sex
You tightens likes a wound from eyes of inopportune love,
Then in a woman that hath learnt her
From his own beauty sacred in the clasp
Of him who its hath of the sacred desire did,
There is a fiercer and more virgin's anger
Against all the eyes that come desiring her/it?
[Psalm of _A of a lot of voices strikes their ears, and through
the road passage the old men singing psalms, it followed and
answered by a troop of young men_.
_Chorus: Old Men_.
Does fade you you don't examine our hearts, God of Or our strength's God?
Does fade you he/she anchors proccesandoci it is blindly? Fades for a long time not you
Believes the to cry of our words that our knees have never bent
To of the foreigners, neither some Jewish mouth or hath of the brain sent
Prayers to implore the favour of abominable thrones
Worshipt from the men of pagan with ovens, wounds and moans?
_Young Men_.
And that that good in our lives, strength or the joyfulness a great deal happy,
Did Hath Dio pay to purchase our purity?
Although lust starves in our meat, he still conceives fire
To prove himself/herself/themselves our pure lives as his/her fierce desire.
With pagan and enormous tribe that roars exultant here,
The The Hebrews struggle as it domesticates with a rapist:
Tribe how best that we treat with the of the their gentlemen,
For them they pleasantly sin, still the of the sharpen and they drive their swords.
_Old Men_.
Hast you not experimented us enough, Jehovah? Hast you find some fire
Will he/she deduce from our hearts a smoke of scorching idolatrous desire?
There is no anybody us, God: any other God in us but thee;
Only fires of thy make our clean souls shine with agony.
Pure we am, pure in our prayers, pure our souls look at thee God,;
And to be shewn to the world devoured from bad it is our reward.
_Young Men_.
Us of who hearts were giving alone the renown to our God,
Under the wheels of hell we am fallen down!
I distort the sky that we have built way of purity,;
'Skies of pagan of Tis, wide of sin the stand stop.