Oh, strange vicissitude But yesterday He thought me worthy of his daughter's love Today he seeks my life My sister Merab, by his own gift thy right He hath bestow'd on Adriel Oh, my prince, would that were all It would not grieve me much The scornful maid (Didst thou observe?) With such disdainful pride Receiv'd the king's command! But lovely Michal, As mild as she is fair Outstrips all praise.