O! she was as a crown of green palms to my grey locks; and she must wither in a night, like the gourd of Jonah!--Child of my love!--child of my old age!--oh, Rebecca, daughter of Rachel! the darkness of the shadow of death hath encompassed thee."
Szerelmetes gyermekem, öregségem vigasza... ó, Rebeka, Ráhel leánya! Miért is borult rád a halál sötét árnyéka!