e a country to the slave and exile, who didst
make with the sons of Judah an eternal covenant, O Jehovah, O Adonai,
permit us to enjoy without sin the fruits of the enemies' country.
Bring us out of sorrow and fear in which we are buried, and restore us
to the banks of the Jordan, which we left for Thy glory."

At the moment a voice was heard from beyond the wall,

"His worthiness Tutmosis, the most faithful servant of his holiness and
of his son Prince Ramses!"

"May he live through eternity!" called a number of voices from the
garden.

"His worthiness," said a single voice again, "sends greeting to the
most beautiful rose of Lebanon."

When the voice ceased, the sound of harps and flutes was heard.

"That is music!" exclaimed Tafet, clapping her hands. "We shall pass
the Sabbath with music."

Sarah and her father, frightened at first, began to laugh, and sat down
again at the table.

"Let them play," said Gideon; "their music is not bad for the
appetite."

The flute and harp played, then a tenor voice sang,

"Thou art more beautiful than all the maidens who look at themselves in
the Nile. Thy hair is blacker than the feathers of a raven, thy eyes
have a milder glance than the eyes of a deer which is yearning for its
fawn. Thy stature is the stature of a palm, and the lotus envies thee
thy charm. Thy bosoms are like grape clusters with the juice of which
kings delight themselves."

Again the flute and harp were heard, and next a song,

"Come and repose in the garden. The servants which belong to thee will
bring various vessels and beer of all kinds. Come, let us celebrate
this night and the dawn which will follow it. In my shadow, in the
shadow of the fig, giving sweet fruit, thy lover will rest at thy right
hand; and Thou wilt give him to drink and consent to all his wishes."

Next came the flutes and harps, and after them a new song,

"I am of a silent disposition, I never tell what I see, I spoil not the
sweetness of my fruits with vain tattling." [Authentic.]

CHAPTER X

THE song ceased, drowned by an uproar and by a noise as of many people
running.

"Unbelievers! Enemies of Egypt!" cried some one. "Ye are singing when
we are sunk in suffering, and ye are praising the Jewess who stops the
flow of the Nile with her witchcraft."

"Woe to you!" cried another. "Ye are trampling the land of Prince
Ramses. Death will fall on you and your children."

"We will go, but let the Jewess come out so