Lo! that, is the joy of his way, - and, out of the dust, shall others spring up.

That, the joy-shout of the lawless, is short, and, the rejoicing of the impious, for a moment?

They send forth - like a flock - their young ones, and, their children, skip about for joy;

The blessing of him that was ready to perish, upon me was wont to descend, and, the heart of the widow, caused I to sing for joy;

When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?