I laugh unto them -- they give no credence, And the light of my face cause not to fall.
and they declare to him, saying, `Joseph `is' yet alive,' and that he `is' ruler over all the land of Egypt; and his heart ceaseth, for he hath not given credence to them.
And they wait as `for' rain for me, And their mouth they have opened wide `As' for the latter rain.
I choose their way, and sit head, And I dwell as a king in a troop, When mourners he doth comfort.
A Song of the Ascents. In Jehovah's turning back `to' the captivity of Zion, We have been as dreamers.
Many are saying, `Who doth show us good?' Lift on us the light of Thy face, O Jehovah,
O the happiness of the people knowing the shout, O Jehovah, in the light of Thy face they walk habitually.
and while they are not believing from the joy, and wondering, he said to them, `Have ye anything here to eat?'