The fruit from the tree was so pleasing to my eye
The serpent said that I would not die
The serpent shall be cursed, he will crawl about and eat dust
I will put enmity between the woman and you
Man will crush your head, you will strike his heel
The wisdom of the world will be mine if I eat
What can it hurt if I take it and eat?
I will greatly increase the woman's pain
When bearing children all of your days
You will desire man, he will rule over you
Take some, man, gain wisdom, too
Eat from the tree, it's what you must do
The land will be cursed because of man
Producing thorns to make him bleed
By your sweat you will live until death
Dust you are and to dust you will return
