And Xanthippe going away to her couch and groaning, said, Woe is me, wretched one, lying in darkness, that I have not learned the name of the new teacher, that I might summon his prayer to help me, and what to say I know not.
2Shall I call upon him by the name of his God?
3But I cannot say, The God that is preached by such a one.
4Nevertheless I shall say thus by conjecture, O God, giving light in Hades, and guiding those in darkness, Lord of free men and kings, and preached by worthy servants in all the world, called upon as a brother by sinful men and quick to hear, to whom not even archangels can send up worthy songs of praise, who hast shown to me, humble and unworthy, the ever-living and abiding seed (though my ignorance permits me not to receive it), hasten also the things that concern me, Lord, since by your will you have made yourself heard by me, and in your compassion show me the proclamation of your herald, that I may learn of him what is pleasing to you.
5Yea, I beseech you look upon my ignorance, O God, and enlighten me with the light of your countenance, you that never overlooks any of those that call upon you in truth.
6Probus, her husband said to her, Why do you trouble yourself so much, lady, and turn not at all to sleep?
7Xanthippe said, I cannot sleep, for there is in me an incurable pain.
8Probus said to her, And what is your pain or grief, O lady, that I am not sufficient to comfort you?
9All that you have wished unto this day I have served you in, and now what is it that you have, and do not tell me?
10Xanthippe says to him, I beseech you this thing only, my lord, permit me for a little and for this day only to sleep apart from you.
11And Probus said to her, Be it as you will, lady; only leave off your groaning.