Your dead shall live. My dead bodies shall arise. Awake and sing, you who dwell in the dust; for your dew is like the dew of herbs, and the earth will cast forth the dead.
I see him, but not now. I see him, but not near. A star will come out of Ya`akov. A scepter will rise out of Yisra'el, and shall strike through the corners of Mo'av, and break down all the sons of Sheth.