When you cry out,as a whitened desert pleas for rain
And you fear because of your wilting life,
He shall replenish you and make you fruitful.
When your skin is stretched out
Like ashen canvas over thirsty bones
He shall revive you and make you flourish.
Like a youthful sapling,
As a hearty oak you shall rise up
And He shall crown your head with bright leaves.
Crowns of splendor in the spring
And in the winter,warm garments.
With king’s rainment and the bread of angels
He shall sustain you
You will lead the forest in singing,
With voices of exuberance
You shall sing.
You shall unwrap your garments,
Your precious rainment
And cast off your bounteous crowns
The first fruits of your glittering harvest
You shall take them off before your King
And offer them at His feet
Then the banner of Goodness and Truth shall unfurl
In the new-beckoned day,
In the brilliant sky.
The hills will waver in jubilation
And the creatures of the woods will clap their hands.
The ravines shall be overcome because of the abundant streams
Their loud waters shall be like music,
The silver waves like cymbals.
The wild horses will dance
And the storm of their hooves will be like drums.
The good things of the older days shall live anew
In the greatness of things to come
And you shall never thirst again.