There is none to guide her, Among all the sons she hath borne, - There is none to grasp her hand, Among all the sons she hath brought up.

Even unto old age, I, am, the same, And unto grey hairs, I, will bear the burden, - I have made and, I, will carry, Yea, I, will bear the burden and will deliver,

Who hath heard the like of this? Who hath seen the like of these things? Can a land, be made to bring forth in one day? Or a nation, be born, at one time? As soon as she travaileth, Zion hath also given birth to her children.

Before she travaileth, she hath brought forth, - Before her pains come to her, she hath given birth to a man-child!