Samson and Delilah Page #2

Please, Samson. Come with me.

For me.

For you, anything.

Except one of those meetings.

I have to go.

Naomi...

... you are far too gentle

for the harsh words of rebellion.

And you can hardly even lift a sword.

- It is you who has been chosen.

- I doubt it.

- Your mother refuses...

- Naomi, stop this.

If I am to be called,

God will call me.

Not you and your rabble.

I am a Nazarite.

I pray. I try.

But there is a great absence.

Seas can open, Samson.

Bushes can burn.

For Moses and for you.

I am one man. How can one man

destroy the Philistines? Tell me.

- Our army will...

- Your army has wooden clubs...

... and swords of bronze.

- And righteousness.

Why is it that every people think

they alone are the righteous ones?

You doubt it?

Anyway, righteousness never stopped

the Philistine spear that killed your mother.

Righteousness did not give them

weapons of iron.

Do not make me beg.

Open your eyes.

I have seen nothing.

I have heard nothing.

- I am nothing.

- A man is what he chooses to be.

And I choose nothing.

Why?

Tell me, Samson.

What are you frightened of?

Nothing.

- Then what do you want?

- I want...

... everything.

Come, come.

How is it, Ira...

... that we are still bent

beneath the heel of these Philistines?

It's God's punishment.

When our people

abandoned his ways...

... he brought them down on us

that we might atone for our sins.

But things are better than they were.

No more burned villages...

... no more young people

taken into slavery.

And the fruit of suffering...

... is wisdom.

Then we must be

the wisest people on earth.

Ira...

... you are the elder of our village.

- I need your counsel.

- It's freely given...

... and often wrong.

What's Samson done now?

Nothing. And more nothing.

He leads an empty life.

It's as if he believed

the world owed him something.

Moses, too, was raised as a prince.

My sons are just the same.

And without Samson's special gifts.

"Samson caught us in the net.

Samson caught us in the... "

Tell me. Has Samson ever cried?

For one hour after he was born.

It's as if he feared the pain

that life had in store for him.

- Since then, never.

- Truly, he is remarkable.

His temperament is kind,

his wit is quick.

And his strength...

He has all the gifts but one:

Purpose. It is the fuel of life.

Come on.

Come on.

Pull.

- Naomi.

- What?

Maybe we should go.

They come by every day

at about this time.

No. It's your turn, Yoram.

Go on. It's your turn.

- Come on. Philistines. Let's go.

- No.

Go. Fetch Samson, quickly.

Hey!

I've never seen goats riding on goats.

Why don't you get off

and milk them, huh?

Go.

Does the smell come from the beasts

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