Come, join in the dance;
Be glad and sing.
For the juice of the grape
Is a pleasant thing,
And hath sweet fragrance.
Be glad and sing.
(The Idolaters start out, Japheth following.)
Noah's Wife: My son, and dost thou leave me?
Noah:
Go thy ways.
Thou shalt repent thee before many days.
First Idolater (pointing upward mockingly):
I see a cloud in the sky; it grows.
Perchance, it is your flood. Who knows?
Get into the ark lest it wet your toes.
All the Idolaters (laughing): Get into the ark lest it wet your toes. (They dance out with Japheth.)
Noah (arms upraised):
Woe, woe, woe to the inhabitants of the earth,
For the hour of her desolation cometh!