"When Thou settest in the western horizon of heaven, The world is in darkness like the dead. They sleep in their chambers, Their heads are wrapt up, Their nostrils stopped, and none seeth the other. Stolen are all their things, that are under their heads, While they know it not. Every lion cometh forth from his den, All serpents, they sting. Darkness reigns (?), The world is in silence: He that made them has gone to rest in his horizon."