In the day when thou plantest, fence thou in, And in the morning, cause thou, they slip, to blossom, - A harvest will have waved in the day of destiny, and mortal pain.

Like as a woman with child - Draweth near to giving birth, Is in pain, Crieth out in her pangs So, were we before thee, O Yahweh; -

We were with child - We were in pain, As it were we brought forth wind, - Salvation, we could not accomplish for the earth, Neither were horn the inhabitants of the world.

Lo! my servants, shall shout in triumph for mirth of heart But, ye, shall make outcry, for pain of heart, And for a breaking of spirit, shall ye howl.