O Lord, in distress they sought you, they poured out a prayer when your chastening was on them.
Like a woman with child, who writhes and cries out in her pangs when she is near her time, so were we because of you, O Lord;
we were with child, we writhed, but we gave birth only to wind. We have won no victories on earth, and no one is born to inhabit the world.
Your dead shall live, their corpses shall rise. O dwellers in the dust, awake and sing for joy! For your dew is a radiant dew, and the earth will give birth to those long dead.
Come, my people, enter your chambers, and shut your doors behind you; hide yourselves for a little while until the wrath is past.
For the Lord comes out from his place to punish the inhabitants of the earth for their iniquity; the earth will disclose the blood shed on it, and will no longer cover its slain.