11:1
And when she heard this, Chavvah understood that it was the Adversary who had persuaded her to come out of the river; and she fell on her face on the earth and her sorrow and groaning and wailing was doubled.
11:2
And she cried out and said: “Woe to you, Adversary. Why do you fight us for no reason? What is your problem with us? What have we done to you and you pursue us so craftily? Why does your malice extend to us?
11:3
Have we taken away your glory and caused you to be without your honour? Why do you persecute us, oh enemy, to the death in wickedness and envy?”