Rotherham(i)
15 And she said unto him––How canst thou say, I love thee, when, thy heart, is not with me? These three times, hast thou laughed at me, and hast not told me wherein lieth thy great strength.
16 And it came to pass, when she urged him with her words continually, and pressed him, that his soul became impatient, unto death;
17 so he told her all his heart, and said to her––No, razor, hath come on my head, for, one separate unto God, have I been, from my birth,––if I were shaven, then would depart from me my strength, and I should become weak, and be as any other man.