Ah, why can't I know if I love, or if I hate?
Flight is lawful, when one flies from tyrants.
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes.
The joys of the evil flow away like a torrent.
When will the veil be lifted that casts so black a night over the universe? God of Israel, lift at last the gloom: For how long will you be hidden?
Have there ever been more submissive slaves? Adoring, even in their irons, the God who punishes them.