Aria. "Thy glorious deeds inspir'd my tongue" - Recitative. "Justly these evils have befall'n thy son" (Manoah, Samson)

Thy glorious deeds inspir'd my tongue,

Whilst airs of joy from thence did flow.

To sorrows now I tune my song,

And set my harp to notes of woe.

Samson

Justly these evils have befalI'n thy son;

Sole author I, sole cause, who have profan'd

The mysteries of God;by me betray'd

To faithless parlies, feminine assaults

To the false fair I yielded all my heart;

So far effeminacy held me yok'd

Her slave. Oh, foul indignity, oh blot

To honour and to arms

Manoah

Worse yet remains.

This day they celebrate with pomps and sports,

And sacrifice to Dagon, idol God,

Who gave thee bound and blind into their hands;

Thus is he magnified, the living God

Blasphem'd and scorn'd by that idolatrous rout.

Samson

This have I done, this pomp, this honour brought

To idol Dagon;but to Israel shame,

And our true God disgrace.