Boiling over like water, thou mayest not have pre-eminence, Because thou didst mount the bed of thy father, - Then, wast thou profane - My marriage-bed, he mounted!

When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall help to carry my complaint,

I am weary with my sighing, I flood, through the whole night, my couch, - With my tears, I cause, my bed, to dissolve: