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Ein heil’ger Balsam meinen Wunden, Dem Schwur, dem hohen Wort entfliesst! A healing balm for all my sorrows From out her plighted word doth flow. Von mächt’gem Zauber überwunden, Reisst mich’s zu seiner Rettung fort: SENTA. ’Twas surely wrought by pow’r of magic That I should his deliv’rer be. Hört’ es: mein Heil hab’ ich gefunden, Mächte, die ihr zurück mich stiess’t!
Disgusted is the main, And throws me on the strand. Ah! sea so proud, Thy waves, ere many days are past, I’ll ride again. What of thy scorn with my torment in the balance weigh’d? The rest which on land I seek, oh! never Shall I find; for to the ocean waves My destiny is bound, until the last wave Ceases to flow, and evaporates into air.