Seraphim, were standing above him; six wings severally, had each one, - With twain, he covered his face And with twain, he covered his feet And with twain, he did fly.

And it shall be - Like a gazelle that is chased, And like a sheep with none to lift it up, - Each, to his own people, will they turn, And, each, to his own land, will they flee:

All the kings of the nations - they all, are lying in state Each one in his crypt;

So shall each one become As a hiding-place from the wind And a covert from the storm, - As channels of water ill a dry place, As the shadow of a massive cliff in a weary land.

He entereth into peace, Let them rest upon their couches, - Each one who went on a straight path.