We have been with child.
We have been in pain.
We gave birth, it seems, only to wind.
We have not worked any deliverance in the earth; neither have the inhabitants of the world fallen.
Your dead shall live.
Their 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 out the departed spirits.
Come, my people, enter into your rooms, and shut your doors behind you.
Hide yourself for a little moment, until the indignation is past.