She freined, 3825 and she prayed piteously To every Jew that dwelled in that place, To tell her, if her childë went thereby; They saidë, “Nay;” but Jesus of his grace Gave in her thought, within a little space, That in that place after her son she cried, Where he was cast into a pit beside.

O greatë God, that pérformest thy laud By mouth of innocents, lo here thy might! This gem of chastity, this emeraud, 3826 And eke of martyrdom the ruby bright, Where he with throat y-carven 3827 lay upright, He Alma redemptoris gan to sing So loud, that all the place began to ring.