And Abraham fell on his face and laughed, - and said in his heart To one a hundred years old, shall a child be born? And shall even Sarah, who is ninety years old, give birth?

So then Sarah laughed within herself, saying: After I am past age, hath there come to me pleasure, my lord, also being old?

At length he shall fill with laughter thy mouth, and thy lips, with a shout of triumph:

Kiss the son, lest he be angry, and ye perish by the way, for soon might be kindled his anger, - How happy are all who seek refuge in him!

A time to weep, and a time to laugh, - A time to wail, and a time to dance for joy;

Better is grief than laughter, - for, by the marring of the face, amended is the heart.

Happy, ye that hunger now, for ye shall be filled. Happy, ye that weep now, for ye shall laugh.