The old man saw the traveler in the city square and asked: Where do you come from? Where are you going?

The highways are deserted, no travelers are on the roads. The treaty is broken and its witnesses are despised. No one is respected.

There will be a highway there, called: The Road of Holiness. No sinner will ever travel that road. No fools will mislead those who follow it.

I wish I had a dwelling in the desert. I would abandon my people and go away from them. They are all adulterers, an assembly of treacherous men.

You are Israel's hope, its savior in times of trouble. Why are you like a stranger in the land, like a traveler who stays only one night?