The enemy said, I pursue, I overtake; I apportion spoil; Filled is my soul with them; I draw out my sword; My hand destroyeth them: --

That the singing of the wicked [is] short, And the joy of the profane for a moment,

And Israel hath loved Joseph more than any of his sons, for he [is] a son of his old age, and hath made for him a long coat;

-- and upon her [is] a long coat, for such upper robes do daughters of the king who [are] virgins put on, -- and his servant taketh her out without, and hath bolted the door after her.

In divers colours she is brought to the king, Virgins -- after her -- her companions, Are brought to thee.