Not only that this world had of him awe, For losing of richéss and liberty; But he made every man reny his law. 4156 Nabuchodónosór was God, said he; None other Goddë should honoúred be. Against his hest 4157 there dare no wight trespace, Save in Bethulia, a strong citý, Where Eliáchim priest was of that place.

But take keep 4158 of the death of Holofern; Amid his host he drunken lay at night Within his tentë, large as is a bern; 4159 And yet, for all his pomp and all his might, Judith, a woman, as he lay upright Sleeping, his head off smote, and from his tent Full privily she stole from every wight, And with his head unto her town she went.