Een liedtboecxken, tracterende van den offer des Heeren.

The chain was not to his liking.
Oh friend, think how poorly you act,
She spoke out of fervent love;
My body is not worthy of this,
For which blasphemy is committed against Christ.
Mat. 4.b.17. Marc. 1.b.15

† Improve your life until this hour,
So that you do not burn in the foundation of hell.

The Preacher was thereabout,
Who is a teacher at Delden;
He has tried to turn Wisel around,
But she turned herself with might.
Let me see the end of my sister’s hour,
She spoke all out of a pressing spirit,
For the glory where she shall go,
I desire from my heart to receive.

They came closer to her by the side,
And asked with tricks:
Your sister was miserably burned,
Will you not turn away?
No, for the death that you do to me,
I will not give up the eternal good;
Would you drive me from the truth?
No, by Christ I will remain brave.

One wanted to still honor Wisel sweetly,
Bringing the sword to hand.
No, she said, my flesh is not too good,
To be burned for Christ.
Say goodnight to Jan van Beckum,
She said to one of her stewards:
Luc. 1.f.69

† That he serve God without fear.

I shall play an offering to God.
When Wisel came near the wood,
She struck her hands together.
† Mat. 6.b.9

† Our Father who art in the tent of Heaven,
Yes, said the priest, there one finds truly,
That I seek Him there in this need;
Must I die the temporal death?
If I would acknowledge Him in the bread,
I could now prolong my life.

When Wisel stepped freely onto the wood,
It slipped from under her foot.
I think I am falling, she said.
Very quickly the Tyrant heard those words;
He shouted: Hold, she wants to recant!
No, that block escapes me without dispute,
In God’s word I will not succumb,
By Christ I remain steadfastly.

Thus are these little sheep to the end,
Mat. 10.b.22

Both ‡ remained steadfast,
And have with their death present,
Given God’s word a seal.
They are in great patience,
Passed through in bravery,
And have left us
An example, wish to grasp this.

O Lord, hear yet our complaint,
Mat. 24.b.22 † Joa. 15.c.26

Will you shorten these days,
† And your spirit without delay,
Pour into our hearts.