Judith

Anonymous

• IX. * * * * * * * * * * Holofernes prepares a banquet.
• X. Holofernes and his guests carouse. Judith is brought to his tent. Holofernes enters and falls on his bed in a drunken sleep. Judith prays for help, and cuts off the head of Holofernes.
• XI. Judith returns with the head of Holofernes to Bethulia. The people meet her in crowds. She exhorts the warriors to sally forth at dawn. They fall upon the Assyrians.
• XII. The Assyrians discover the death of Holofernes and become panic-stricken. The Hebrews pursue them in flight, plunder the slain, and bestow upon Judith the arms and treasure of Holofernes.

IX.

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[The glorious Creator’s] [1] gifts doubted she [not]

Upón this wide earth; then found she there ready

Help from the mighty Prince, when she most need did have

Of grace from the highest Judge, that her ‘gainst the greatest terror

The Lord of Creation should shield. That Father in heaven to her

The Glorious-in-mind did grant, for thát firm faith she had

Ín the Almighty ever. Then heard I that Holofernes

Wine-summons eagerly wrought, and with all wonders a glorious

Banquet had hé prepared; to thát bade the prince of men

All his noblest thanes. Thát with mickle haste

Did the warriors-with-shields perform; came to the mighty chief

The people’s leaders going. Ón the fourth day was that

After that Judith, cunning in mind,

The elf-sheen virgin, him first had sought.

X.

They then at the feast proceeded to sit,

The proud to the wine-drinking, all his comrades-in-ill,

Bold mailèd-warriors. There were lofty beakers

Oft borne along the benches, alsó were cups and flagons

Full to the hall-sitters borne. The fated partook of them,

Brave warriors-with-shields, though the mighty weened not of it,

Awful lord of earls. Thén was Holofernes,

Gold-friend of men, full of wine-joy:

He laughed and clamored, shouted and dinned,

That children of men from afar might hear

How the strong-minded both stormed and yelled,

Moody and mead-drunken, often admonished

The sitters-on-benches to bear themselves [2] well.

Thus did the hateful one during all day

His liege-men [loyal] keep plying with wine,

Stout-hearted giver of treasure, untíl they lay in a swoon,

He drenched all his nobles [with drink], as if they were slain in death,

Deprived [3] of each one of goods. Thus bade the prince of men

The sitters-in-hall to serve, untíl to children of men

The darkening night drew nigh. He bade then, filled with hate,

The blessed maiden with haste to fetch

To his bed of rest, laden with jewels,

Adorned with rings. They quickly performed,

The attendant thanes, what their lord them bade,

Mailed-warriors’ prince; like a flash they stepped

Into the guest-room, where they Judith

Wise-minded found, and quickly then

The warriors-with-shields began to lead

The glorious maid to the lofty tent

Where the mighty himself always [4] rested

By night within, to the Saviour hateful,

Holofernes. There wás an all-golden

Beautiful fly-net around the folk-warrior’s

Bed suspended, só that the hateful

Was able to look through, the chief of warriors,

Upon each one that therein came

Of the sons of heroes, and on him no one

Of the race of men, unless the proud some one

Of the strong-in-war bade to him nearer

Of warriors for counsel to come. They then to him at rest brought

Quickly the cunning woman; went then the stout-in-heart

The men their lord to tell that the holy woman was

Brought to his chamber-tent. The famous then in mind

Was glad, the ruler of cities; he thought the beautiful maiden

With spot and stain to defile: that Judge of glory would not

Allow, the Keeper of honor, but him from that deed restrained

The Lord, the Ruler of hosts. Went then the devilish one,

The wanton [warrior-prince], [5] with [mickle] band of men,

The baleful his bed to seek, where hé his life should lose

Quickly within one night; he had then his end attained [6]

On earth ungentle [end], such as before he wrought for,

The mighty prince of men, while ín this world he was,

While he dwelt under roof of the clouds. Then fell so drunk with wine

The mighty [chief] on his bed, as if he knew no rede

Within his place of wit; the warriors stepped

Oút from the chamber with mickle haste,

The wine-filled men, whó the oath-breaker,

Hateful folk-hater, had led to his bed

For the very last time. Then was the Saviour’s

Glorious maiden earnestly mindful

How she the terrible most easily might

Of life deprive before the lustful,

The wanton, awoke. The wreathed-locked took then,

The Creator’s handmaid, a sharp-edged sword

Hardened by war-strokes [?], [7] and drew from its sheath

With hér right hand; then Keeper of heaven

By name she gan name, Saviour of all

Dwellers-in-th’ world, and this word she spake:

“Thee, God of Creation, and Spirit of Comfort,

Son of the Almighty, will I [now] pray

For thine own mercy to me in my need,

Trinity’s Glory. To me greatly now then

My heart is inflamed, and my mind is sad,

Sorely with sorrows oppressed; grant, Lord of Heaven, to me

Victory and faith without fear, that I with this sword may be able

To hew down this dealer of murder; grant [too] my safety to me,

Strong-hearted Leader of men; ne’er in this world had I

Of thy mercy more urgent need: avenge now, mighty Lord,

Glorious Giver of honor, that I am so angry in mind,

So heated within my breast.” Hér then the highest Judge

Quickly with courage inspired, as doth he [ever] each one

Of dwellers here [upon earth], who him for help to them seek

With rede and righteous belief. Then roomy in mind she became,

The holy one’s hope was renewed; then took she the heathen man

Fast by his own [long] hair, with hands him towards her she drew

With marks of contempt, and the baleful one

With cunning laid down, the loathsome man,

As she the accursèd most easily might

Wield at her will. Struck then the curly-locked

The hostile foe with shining [8] sword,

The hateful-minded, that half-way she cut

The [evil one’s] neck, that he lay in a swoon,

Drunken and wounded. Not yet was he dead,

Thoroughly lifeless; struck she then earnestly,

The maiden brave-minded, a second time

The heathen hound, that his head rolled off

Forth on the floor: the foul corpse lay

Lifeless behind, went the spirit elsewhere

Beneath the deep earth, and there was disgraced,

In torment bound ever thereafter,

Surrounded with serpents, with tortures encompassed,

Strongly enchained in the fire of hell

After his death. He need never hope,

Enveloped with darkness, that thence he may go

Out of that worm-hall, but there shall he dwell

Ever for ever without end henceforth

In that dark home, of hope-joys deprived.

XI.

Then had she gained glorious honor,

Judith in war, as God to her granted,

The Ruler of Heaven, who gave to her victory.

The cunning maid then quickly brought

The army-leader’s head so bloody

In that [very] vessel in which her attendant,

The fair-faced woman, food for them both,

In virtues renowned, thither had brought,

And it then so gory to her gave in hand,

To the thoughtful-in-mind to bear to their home,

Judith to her maid. Went they forth thence,

The women both in courage bold,

Until they had come, proud in their minds,

The women triumphant, out from the army,

So that they plainly were able to see

Of that beautiful city the walls [fair] shine,

Béthulía. Then jewel-decked théy

Upon the foot-path hastened to go,

Until glad-minded they had arrived

At the gate of the wall. The warriors sat,

The watching men were keeping ward

Within that fortress, as before to the folk,

Sad in their minds, Judith had bidden,

The cunning maiden, when she went on her journey,

The stout-hearted woman. Then again was she come,

Dear to her people, and then quickly ordered

The wise-minded woman some one of the men

To come to meet her from out the wide city,

And hér in haste to admit within

Through the gate of the wall, and this word she spake

To the victor-folk: “To you can I say

A thought-worthy [9] thing, that no longer ye need

Mourn in your minds: your Creator is kind,

Glory of kings: that ís become known

Wide through the world, that to you is success

Glorious at hand, and honor is granted

For [all] those sorrows which long ye suffered.”

Glad then were they, the dwellers-in-borough,

After they heard how the holy one spake

O’er the high wall. The host was in joy.

To the fortress-gate the people hastened,

Men, women together, in troops and heaps,

In crowds and throngs, hurried and ran

To meet the Lord’s maid by thousands and thousands,

Both old and young: to each one became

Of men in the mead-city his mind rejoiced,

After they knew that Judith was come

Again to her home, and then in haste

With reverence théy allowed her to enter.

Then bade the clever, with gold adorned,

Her servant-maid, thoughtful-in-mind,

The army-leader’s head to uncover,

And it as a proof bloody to show

To the city-folk how she speeded in war.

Then spake the noble one to all the folk:

“Here ye may clearly, victory-blessed warriors,

Chiefs of the people, upón the most hateful

Heathen hero’s head fix your gaze,

On Holofernes deprived of life,

Who chiefest of men wrought murders for us,

Sorest sorrows, and that yet more

Would he increase: but God him granted not

A longer life, that hé with woes

Might still afflict us. Of life I deprived him

By help of God. Now I every man

Of these city-dwellers will [earnestly] pray,

Of shield-bearing warriors, that ye yourselves quickly

Hasten to fight; when the God of creation,

The glorious King, shall send from the east

Bright beams of light, bear forth your shields,

Boards before breasts and coats-of-mail,

Bright helmets [too] among the foes,

To fell the folk-leaders with shining swords,

The fated chiefs. Your foes are now

Condemned to death, and ye glory shall gain,

Honor in battle, as to you hath betokened

The mighty Lord through mine own hand.”

Then the band of the brave was quickly prepared,

Of the bold for battle; stepped out the valiant

Men and comrades, bore their banners,

Went forth to fight straight on their way

The heroes ‘neath helmets from the holy city

At the dawn itself; shields made a din,

Loudly resounded. Thereat laughed the lank

Wolf in the wood, and the raven wan,

Fowl greedy for slaughter: both of them knew

That for them the warriors thought to provide

Their fill on the fated; and flew on their track

The dewy-winged eagle eager for prey,

The dusky-coated sang his war-song,

The crooked-beaked. Stepped forth the warriors,

The heroes for battle with boards protected,

With hollow shields, who awhile before

The foreign-folk’s reproach endured,

The heathens’ scorn; fiercely was thát

At the ash-spear’s play to them all repaid,

[All] the Assyrians, after the Hebrews

Under their banners had [boldly] advanced

To the army-camps. They bravely then

Forthright let fly showers of arrows,

Of battle-adders, óut from the horn-bows,

Of strongly-made shafts; stormed they aloud,

The cruel warriors, sent forth their spears

Among the brave; the heroes were angry,

The dwellers-in-land, with the loathéd race;

The stern-minded stepped, the stout-in-heart,

Rudely awakened their ancient foes

Weary from mead; with hands drew forth

The men from the sheaths the brightly-marked swords

Most choice in their edges, eagerly struck

Of the [host of] Assyrians the battle-warriors,

The hostile-minded; not one they spared

Of the army-folk, nor low nor high

Of living men, whom théy might subdue.

XII.

Thus then the thanes in the morning-hours

Pressed on the strangers unceasinglý,

Until they perceived, those who were hostile,

The army-folk’s chiefest leaders,

That upón them sword-strokes mighty bestowed

The Hebrew men. They thát in words

To their most noted chiefs of the people

Went to announce, waked helmeted warriors

And to thém with fear the dread news told,

To the weary-from-mead the morning-terror,

The hateful sword-play. Then learnt I that quickly

The slaughter-fated men aroused from sleep

Ánd to the baleful’s sleeping-bower

The saddened [10] men pressed ón in crowds,

To Holofernes: they only were thinking

To their own lord to make known the fight,

Ere terror on him should take its seat,

The might of the Hebrews. They all imagined

That the prince of men and the handsome maid

In the beautiful tent were [still] together,

Judith the noble and the lustful one,

Dreadful and fierce; though no earl there was

Whó the warrior durst [then] awake,

Or durst discover how the helmeted warrior

With the holy maid had passed his time,

The Creator’s handmaid. The force approached,

The folk of the Hebrews, courageously fought

With hard battle-arms, fiercely repaid

Their former fights with shining [11] swords,

The old-time grudge; was óf the Assyrians

By thát day’s work the glory diminished,

The pride brought low. The warriors stood

‘Round their prince’s tent strongly excited,

Gloomy in mind. They then all together

Began to groan, [12] to cry aloud

And gnash with their teeth,—afar from God,—

Showing their anger; ’twas the end of their glory,

Of joy and valor. The earls were thinking

To awaken their lord; they did not succeed.

Then at last and too late was one so bold

Of the battle-warriors that to the bower-tent

He daringly ventured, since need him compelled:

Found he then on the bed lying deadly-pale

His [own] gold-giver of breath bereft,

Of life deprived. Then quickly he fell

Astounded to earth, gan tear his hair,

Excited in mind, and his garments too,

And this word he spake to the warriors [brave],

Who saddened there were standing without:

“Here is displayed our own destruction,

The future betokened, that it is to the time

Now amongst men [13] almost arrived,

When wé our lives shall lose together,

In battle perish: here lies with sword hewn

Our lord beheaded.” They then sad-in-mind

Threw down their weapons and sorrowful went

To hasten in flight. They fought on their tracks,

The mighty folk, till the greatest part

Of the army lay, in battle struck down,

On the victor-plain, hewn down with swords,

To wolves for pleasure, and to slaughter-greedy

Fowls for a joy. Those who lived fled

The shields of their foes. [14] Went on their tracks

The Hebrews’ host, honored with victory,

With glory ennobled; them took the Lord God

Fairly to help, the Lord Almighty.

They bravely then with shining swords,

Stout-hearted heroes, a war-path wrought

Through heaps of their foes, hewed down their shields,

Cut through their phalanx: the warriors were

Enraged in battle, the Hebrew men;

The thanes at that time were much delighted

At the combat with spears. Here fell in the dust

The highest part of the chiefest number

Óf the Assyrians’ princely nobility,

Of the hateful race; very few came

Alive to their homes. The nobly-bold turned,

Warriors retiring, among the slaughtered,

The smoking corpses; it was time to take

For the dwellers-in-land from the loathsome ones,

Their ancient foes deprived of life,

The gory booty, the shining trappings,

Shields and broad swords, brown-colored helmets,

Precious treasures. Gloriously had they

On thát folk-place their foes overcome,

The defenders of home their ancient foes

With swords put-to-sleep: behind them rested

Those who in life were most hateful to them

Of living races. Then all the people,

Of tribes most renowned, for one month’s space,

The proud twisted-locked, bore and carried

To that bright city, Bethulia [named],

Helmets and hip-swords, hoary byrnies,

War-trappings of men adorned with gold,

More precious treasures than any man

Of the cunning-in-mind may be able to tell,

All that the warriors with might had won,

The bold under banners on the battle-place

By means of Judith’s [most] clever lore,

The moody [15] maid’s. As meed for her

From that expedition, they brought for herself,

The spear-strong earls, of Holofernes

The sword and gory helm, likewíse the byrnie broad,

Adorned with reddish gold, all that the warrior-chief,

The brave, of treasure had, or individual wealth,

Of rings and jewels bright; thát to the lady fair,

The wise-in-mind, gave théy. For all that Judith said

Glory to the Lord of hosts, who honor to her gave,

Fame in realm of earth, and meed in heaven too,

Reward in the glory of heaven, because true faith she had

Ín the Almighty ever; now at last she doubted not

Of the meed which long she yearned for. For that to the dear Lord be

Glory for ever and ever, who made both wind and air,

The heavens and roomy lands, likewíse the rushing streams,

And joys of firmament too by means of his mercy mild.

“Judith” by an unknown author, translated by James M. Garnett, M.A., LL.D., available at Project Gutenberg, is a public domain work.