You give yourself to all the things you do:
Washing the dishes and feeding our son;
I lack no gain, and my heart trusts in you;
Your strong-willed hands work and plow under sun.
The dawn moon still shines when early you rise,
In strength you are dressed, arms ready to serve;
From the field and the vine food you provide,
Our table is set. Our larder conserved.
Your wick is trimmed and our coffer is tight,
Never idle, thrifty, but not stingy;
You prepare our table with great delights
And delight in me tho I am beastly.
Many women have done excellently
but you surpass them all serving gently.
Awake! Put on strength! 