2 And Judith said, Begin to my God with timbrels, Sing to my Lord with cymbals: Tune to him psalm and praise: Exalt him, and call upon his name.
3 For the Lord is the God that breaks the battles: For in his armies in the midst of the people He delivered me out of the hand of them that persecuted me.
4 Asshur came out of the mountains from the north, He came with ten thousands of his host, The multitude whereof stopped the torrents, And their horsemen covered the hills.
5 He said that he would burn up my borders, And kill my young men with the sword, And throw my sucking children to the ground, And give mine infants for a prey, And make my virgins a spoil.
6 The Almighty Lord brought them to nothing by the hand of a woman.
7 For their mighty one did not fall by young men, Neither did sons of the Titans strike him. Nor did high giants set upon him: But Judith the daughter of Merari made him weak with the beauty of her countenance.
8 For she put off the apparel of her widowhood For the exaltation of those that were distressed in Israel, She anointed her face with ointment, And bound her hair in a tire, And took a linen garment to deceive him.