Oh
I am a wretched bride.
My garments torn
and stained!
Prostrate I bring my repulsive
dowry … all my good works.
I am presented
to my groom so unworthy that I cannot even lift my head.
He speaks, I lift my head and looking into
his eyes I find my true identity...
His Beloved!
He gives me the fine raiment befitting my
groom and I am to ready myself for the supper.
