And Abraham falleth upon his face, and laugheth, and saith in his heart, 'To the son of an hundred years is one born? or doth Sarah -- daughter of ninety years -- bear?'

and Abraham and Sarah are aged, entering into days -- the way of women hath ceased to be to Sarah;

While he filleth with laughter thy mouth, And thy lips with shouting,

Kiss the Chosen One, lest He be angry, And ye lose the way, When His anger burneth but a little, O the happiness of all trusting in Him!

Then filled with laughter is our mouth, And our tongue with singing, Then do they say among nations, 'Jehovah did great things with these.'

A time to weep, And a time to laugh. A time to mourn, And a time to skip.

Better is sorrow than laughter, For by the sadness of the face the heart becometh better.

Happy those hungering now -- because ye shall be filled. 'Happy those weeping now -- because ye shall laugh.