Capitolo 96
How rich earths that enrich the city their master,
You now bring their more gilded honour thee.
For the beauty of edges of thy you/he/she was found
From an enemy of terrible dreadfuller as the sound
Of Deborah is singing, although his was a song
That had for his/her thousand of words of men.
But you thyself, reputing them,
Didst mortally weakens the Assyrians.
They thought of Them him terrible to see thee coming;
Them hesitation in their impiousness,
Their hearts gave in to thee; they went
Turns back in front of thee and shewed thee the curtain
Where Holofernes would have thee in to him,
Yea, for his/her slayer to wait,
Thee that waits for entertaining,
Thee that desires, his/her death, to enjoy, as Jael
Expected Sisera her killed.
_Judith_.
Has done! You think that I don't know why Your souls
Is you/he/she pleased so you round off me? You think
Don't I see what is you to praise?--not me,
But You yourselves that it triumphs in me and on me.
_A Citizen_.
Did we kill Holofernes?
_Judith_.
No: neither me.
That dead body was not its death. He is alive,
And it will be you cultivate there is anymore anybody a world
Filled with his/her unknown hunger, attended for souls
That ford the monstrous waters of the world.
I now live in you Holofernes it is,
But it fed and cheering himself/herself/itself; I have filled Your hunger.
Yea, and I live in me: my hath of the spirit
Enjoyed by the lust of the world, and I am changed
Meanly from the scurvy thing that clutcht on me,
As I smoke sulphurous that eats in silver.
Your song is everything of this, this Your joyfulness;
You have the right to surround me with song!
You are the world, and you have fed on me.
_A Citizen_.
We am the world; yes, but the world for never
Thee of Honouring.
_Judith_.
As it is me the honoured this way,
If me any honour has for the world, but rather
Hold him/it a hateful thing and traitress,
This doesn't intend honour but to those which the spirits
Has you/he/she produced to his/her ancient lasciviousness?--
Defiled, defiled!
_A Citizen_.
You wert him moved by our pain: