The sated, have, for bread, taken hire, But, the famished, have left off their toil,—So that, the barren, hath given birth unto seven, While, she that hath many sons, languisheth:
Languisheth! she who had given birth to seven, She hath breathed out her life Her sun hath gone in, while yet it was day, She hath turned pale and hath turned red,—And the remnant of them, to the sword, will I deliver before their enemies, Declareth Yahweh.
But Abraham said—Child! remember—That thou didst duly received thy good things in thy life, and, Lazarus, in like manner, the evil things; but, now, here, he is comforted, and, thou, art in anguish.
Shout in triumph, O barren one, Who hadst not borne,—Break forth into shouts of triumph—and trill thy voice, Who hadst not travailed in birth, For, more, are the children of the Desolate Than the children of Her who had the husband, Saith Yahweh.
And so it was, when the days had come round during which Hannah was with child, that she bare a son,—and called his name Samuel, Because, of Yahweh, I asked him. (Samuel, Heard of God)
For it is written—Be gladdened, O barren one! that wast not giving birth, break forth and shout, thou that wast not in birth-pains,—because, more, are the children of the deserted one, than of her that had the husband.
So shall he become a restorer of thy life, and a nourisher of thine old age,—for, thy daughter-in-law who loveth thee, hath borne him, even, she, who is better to thee than seven sons.
The land mourneth, languisheth, Lebanon, displayeth shame, is withered,—Sharon, hath become, as the waste plain, And Bashan and Carmel are shaking off their leaves.