21 Now when word was brought unto Willi concerning Tino, that was his brother, and concerning all the things that had happened unto him, then waxed he very wroth.
22 ¶ And he spake unto all the nations of the earth, crying out in a loud voice, and saying, Who shall lay hands on the king? And who lay hands on the Lord's anointed?
23 Verily, the time draweth nigh when I will vanquish mine enemies utterly, and Tino, he shall go up again unto that place from whence he hath come down.
24 ¶ And after he had spoken these words unto all the nations of the earth, then did he repair unto the secret chamber of his palace. And he called unto him certain of his servants; and Mud, that was his son, him also did he call unto him.
25 And he put on sackcloth and ashes and did raise his voice in lamentation over Tino, and over Sophia, that was his wife, saying, How are the mighty fallen, and those of an high estate cast down from their high places!
26 I am disturbed because of thee, my Tino, for thou wert more unto me than a brother. Very pleasant hast thou been unto me, and wonderful thy ways towards me.
27 Thine heart, it was deeper than water, and thy tongue as subtil as the smile of a woman that knoweth.
28 The ball of thine eye was a full moon that ripeneth corn, and thy teeth stood out like sentinels of ivory without the gate of Paradise.
29 Thou hast fallen very low, my Tino; very low hast thou fallen indeed, for thou liest with thy face in the dust, neither is there any help in thee.
30 How are the mighty fallen, and those of an high estate cast down from their high places!