Turn to me, and be gracious to me;
Oh grant Your strength to Your servant,
And save the son of Your handmaid.

O Lord, surely I am Your servant,
I am Your servant, the son of Your handmaid,
You have loosed my bonds.

It is fixed:
She is stripped, she is carried away,
And her handmaids are moaning like the sound of doves,
Beating on their breasts.