Satan.
Abraham, art thou ignorant?
What art thou thinking of?
Leave him in life;
Thou hast some wise hairs.
I tell thee to return
To the house with the child;
And there you shall live
With very great joy.
Abraham.
Ah! alas! wretched torment!
Always thus on this earth
Satan doth vex me
In all my doings.
Nevertheless, I take courage;
Yes, even now
To slay Isaac
I am ready on the instant.
He has given me the order,
The good God Himself,
That I sacrifice Isaac
On this mountain myself.
Bulgifer.
He who gave you this order
Was not God. No!
Go off to your house,
And take your young son.
Abraham.
My only son Isaac,
If I sacrifice him,
All of my race
I quickly destroy.
The good God had told me
That he would marry;
But if he dies now,
How can that be?
I trust, nevertheless,
On our Lord God;
I am willing to offer to Him,
To Him alone, my son.