Chapter 13 THE BESIEGED CITY OF BETHULIA

JUDITH (at the window of an upper room of her house).

This pitiable city!-But, O God,

Strengthen me that I bend not into scorn

Of all this desperate folk; for I am weak

With pitying their lamentable souls.

Ah, when I hear the grief wail'd in the streets,

And the same breath their tears nigh strangle, used

To brag the God in the