The Prophet Elijah with the Widow of Zarephath

Translation

Instructed from heaven, he who had been fed beforehand by the prophet,
Had come, small Zarephath, to your gates:
He says: "To the widow gathering scattered sticks,
I, grateful, ask for a small gift of grain."

To him the woman: "I swear by the gods, conscious of the living Jehovah,
And by the eternal God whom you yourself worship,
No gifts of wrought grain remain,
Only a meager hope of flour for my life and oil."

"Put aside fear, woman, why do you hesitate," says Elijah,
"And bring me cakes prepared, soon for you as well?
For the God of Abraham, having pitied us from on high,
Says this, receive these words with certain faith:

The urn shall be fruitful with a pile of ever-replenishing flour,
And shall be a gift of ever-dripping oil:
Until the clouds release the pacified heaven,
And the heavy rain falls with poured-out waters."
F. Estrevelius

Abraham Bloemaert
inventor
Joan. Saenredam engraved
and published it
1604