But I, because my sight was dimmed with much weeping, and I could not tell who was this woman of authority so commanding⁠—I was dumbfounded, and, with my gaze fastened on the earth, continued silently to await what she might do next. Then she drew near me and sat on the edge of my couch, and, looking into my face all heavy with grief and fixed in sadness on the ground, she bewailed in these words the disorder of my mind:

His Despondency

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