"Thou art saying those words for the second time, worthy lady."
"So Thou hast noted that?" laughed her worthiness.
Herhor dropped his eyes.
In the boat was heard a harp, and Sarah began a hymn, with trembling voice,
"How great is Jehovah, O Israel! how great is Jehovah, thy God."
"A most beautiful voice," whispered the queen.
The high priest listened with attention.
"His days have no beginning," sang Sarah, "and His dwelling has no limit. The eternal heavens change beneath His eye, like a garment which a man puts on his body and then casts away from him. The stars flash up, and are quenched, like sparks from fuel, and the earth is like a brick which a traveler touches once with his foot while going ever farther.
"How great is thy Lord, O Israel! There is no being who can say to Him, 'Do this!' there is no womb which could have given birth to Him. He created the bottomless deeps above which He moves when He wishes. He brings light out of darkness, and from the dust of the earth He creates living things which have voices.
"For Him savage lions are as locusts, the immense elephant He looks on as nothing, before Him the whale is as weak as an infant.