I had to spend most of the morning producing the handout for
party, so I’ll give you the rest of it today.
I’m reading parts of two sections — the one I gave you
yesterday about Holofernes cutting off the water supply to
Bethulia, and the one about the death of Holofernes.
Here’s the version in the Apocrypha:
And Holofernes was made merry on her occasion, and drank exceeding
much wine, so much as he had never drunk in his life.
And when it was grown late, his servants made haste to their lodgings,
and Vagao shut the chamber doors, and went his way.
And they were all overcharged with wine.
And Judith was alone in the chamber.
But Holofernes lay on his bed, fast asleep, being exceedingly drunk.
And Judith spoke to her maid to stand without before the chamber, and to watch:
And Judith stood before the bed praying with tears, and the motion of her lips in silence,
Saying: Strengthen me, O Lord God of Israel, and in this hour look on the works of my hands, that as thou hast promised, thou mayst raise up Jerusalem thy city: and that I may bring to pass that which I have purposed, having a belief that it might be done by thee.
And when she had said this, she went to the pillar that was at his bed’s head, and loosed his sword that hung tied upon it.
And when she had drawn it out, she took him by the hair of his head, and said: Strengthen me, O Lord God, at this hour.
And she struck twice upon his neck, and out off his head, and took off his canopy from the pillars, and rolled away his headless body.
And after a while she went out, and delivered the head of Holofernes to her maid, and bade her put it into her wallet.
The version from the program notes for last June’s concert is
interrupted by two soliloquies, so I’ll give it to you straight,
Holofernes was barely able to stand
on his feet, and sleep did overtake him.
Bagoas closed the tent and ordered the others to leave.
Holofernes’s strength melts away,
the filthy deeds of lust dilute it,
The bed was in the middle of the chamber,
soft, clean, white.
Entering, Holofernes collapsed upon it,
he began to snore louder than a sea lion,
Judith moved aside the curtains of the bed
while her heart beat fiercely,
She joined hand to hand,
fell to her knees, poured forth tears;
and prayed to herself:
remove from me all fear, guide my arm
that it accomplish what my mind has plotted!
Now, now I pray, free Your city Jerusalem,
smite the arrogant who elevate themselves,
give peace to the virtuous who humble themselves,
Give me Your power, and deign to assist me.
This she said, then silently she took the sword from the pillar of
and drew it; with one hand she seized Holofernes’s hair,
with the other she smote him.
He groaned, shuddered, lying on his back, then
he expired; he had no strength; from his throat dribbled blood:
thus the hero perished, thus he closed his eyes.
He lay there like a log,
God did help Judith
that her work was not in vain,
she struck him again and took off his head.
I believe these soliloquies are not from the original epic, but
are what were called “Agonies” in Croation poetry. The first one
is inserted between Judith’s prayer and her actually taking the sword in
[At that moment, the mind of Judith got up and spoke to her soul]
Why are you so sad, my soul, and why are you confusing me…
The soul answered: oh, how greatly you confused my heart…
I have been given to the body to live with it, and the body
The mind: My soul, your excuse isn’t good,
Because your body is made of earth, and you are made of wisdom…
Therefore I am so surprised that your heart is so petrified…
Overcome your body…
Then the soul said: Woe to me, I hoped to receive from you a
consolation, and instead I received even bigger sadness… You
know that I have been living on this world for many years… I
cannot overcome my body. It is older, cannot move, and cannot do
O, my soul, how bitter are your words, don’t lose hope if you are
losing your mind, I pray you… weep and fall upon your knees…
And then there’s one for Holofernes right after he dies:
[Then, Holofernes’s soul stood up and spoke ot his body angrily:]
Where are your lands and vineyards?
Where the pearls and Stones?
Where are your golden rings?
Where all the money that was your god?
Where are the delicious spices, that you prepared and forgot about
There is no more fowl or wine on your table, now you are the drink
of disgusting worms,
that will crumble your body into dust.
It will be God’s decision,
do you want to cry in this chaber, where you lie with your nose
Your beautiful eyes now stay closed,
your tongue is now silent, speechless.
[Then the evil Holofernes’s body, parting from the world, started
lamenting in a death rattle:]
Alas, where is my pride,
alas, where is my life?
Alas, where are my friends?
Alas, where are all my riches?
Oh, my dear companions, look at my body which lived with you
not fearing death,
My arms are still here,
but they don’t help my soul.
My eyes are closed
and all my arms killed.
Why has God created me?
Cursed be the day when I was born;
cursed the place when I was fed!
Be lost the paths that I crossed!