The Captain on his knees, praying, somewhere in the past, in brutal daylight –

O that great and strange and not well-spoken
O evident miracles discovered
O deceit
O enemy
O false people who will be evil without risk of danger…

in these ports little security, we
have clearly seen that in the appearance
she was deceived: Our Confidence
but to know human beings

O you divine guard
you of the travelling people
O you who leads us to the land we search