I cannot now pretend with an empty scabbard.

I too, can unsheathe the sword from its scabbard!

You sword of Yahweh, how long will it be before you be quiet? Put up yourself into your scabbard rest, and be still.

Nor shall I ever rest until Sligon has been destroyed and the sword he sullied with pagan hands has been restored to this scabbard.

O thou sword of the LORD, how long will it be ere thou be quiet? put up thyself into thy scabbard, rest, and be still.