I am the daughter of Fortitude and
ravished every hour from my youth.
For behold, I am Understanding,
and science dwelleth in me;
and the heavens oppress me.

They covet and desire me
with infinite appetite;
for none that are earthly have embraced me,
for I am shadowed with the Circle of the Stars,
and covered with the morning clouds.

My feet are swifter than the winds,
and my hands are sweeter than the morning dew.
My garments are from the beginning,
and my dwelling place is in myself.

The Lion knoweth not where I walk,
neither do the beasts of the field understand me.
I am deflowered, yet a virgin;
I sanctify and am not sanctified.

Happy is he that embraceth me:
for in the night season I am sweet,
and in the day full of pleasure. [bad word] is a harmony of many symbols,
and my lips sweeter than health itself.

I am a harlot for such as ravish me,
and a virgin with such as know me not.
Purge your streets, O ye sons of man,
and wash your houses clean;
make yourselves holy,
and put on righteousness.

Cast out your old [bad word] 
and burn their clothes and then
I will bring forth children unto you
and they shall be the Sons [bad word] in the Age that is [bad word]