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.
Then, was our mouth, filled with laughter, and our tongue with a shout of triumph,—Then, said they among the nations, Yahweh, hath done great things, with these!
And Abraham fell on his face and laughed,—and said in his heart To one a hundred years old, shall a child be born? And shall even Sarah, who is ninety years old, give birth?
Then shalt thou say in thy heart,—Who hath borne me, these, Seeing, I, have been bereaved and unfruitful, a captive and banished, These, therefore, who hath brought them up? Lo! I, was left, alone, These, where were they.
By faith, even Sarah herself, received power for founding a seed, even beyond the season of life’s prime,—seeing that, faithful, she reckoned, him that had promised;