nor any bonds shall be for our bale.
Ever have we been helped in each fight,
as often as we have sung this one psalm,
Deus in nomine tuo saluurn me fac, et in virtute tua libera me: et cetera. That is in English,
'Thou, Almighty God, save me in Thy Name,
and in Thy might deliver me, Ruler of all.'
Thereupon they were brought with this song of praise to the cruel one,
and every one came to the spectacle.
Then the Prefect looked on the saints, and said,
'Ye shall have from me honours and riches,
if ye will sacrifice to our gods;
but if ye then shall be perverse against this,
ye shall be dishonoured and likev/ise tortured.'
Then said the saints, that they worshipped the Saviour,
and accounted none other so high.
Then commanded the chief magistrate, with exceeding anger,
to beat their faces with black flints,
but the stones turned against the persecutors,
so that the murderers knocked themselves.
Then the chief magistrate seized an exceeding great flint,
and threw it at the saints, but it turned backward
towards the Prefect and brake open his head.
Then were the saints greatly heartened,
and straightway sung this song with faith,
Qui tribulant me inimici mei ipsi infirmati sunt et ceciderunt.
'My foes who afflicted me are weakened and have fallen down.'
Then swore the judge that they through sorcery
had turned the stones against their tormentors.
Then commanded the chief magistrate to bring them quickly
again into the prison, and with anxious mind
sought out with his counsellors what seemed to them advisable,
how he might wreak his contumely on the saints.
So they were brought into the prison,
