From Dalila thy wicked wife,
The secrets chief couldst nor refrain,
She daily sought to take thy life,
Thou lost thy locks and then was slain,
Tho’ thou wast strong it was in vain,
Haunting with harlots here and there.
Then Samson turned back again,
And with the wife would mell nae mair.
Then said king David, knock no more.
We are all troubled with your cry.