וְר֥וּחַ נְשָׂאַ֖תְנִי וַתִּקָּחֵ֑נִי וָאֵלֵ֥ךְ מַר֙ בַּחֲמַ֣ת רוּחִ֔י וְיַד־יְהוָ֥ה עָלַ֖י חָזָֽקָה׃
At itinaas ako ng hangin at dinala ako, at ako'y humayo nang may kapaitan, sa init ng aking kalooban; at ang kamay ng Walang-Hanggan ay mabigat na nakapatong sa akin.
Ma'amar Hador
The hands are weak, the knees are failing, the heart is filled with fear, and the eyes keep wandering here and there - maybe there is a shred of light, some spark of consolation. Maybe it would be worthy to enlight, warm, to raise by it the spark of holy fire, but none are to be found. The fathers are scared and desperate. The children are filled with anger and fury. None speaks the language of the other. Each one fortifies himself in the troubles that are unique to them, each blames the other, and hangs the collar around just their own neck. And in order to return the hearts of these to those, nevertheless pull hands together for important and general work - for that there is no desire and no one is asking for it. "י' ט"ז) נהפכו עלי צירי" (דניאל "ואלך מר בחמת רוחי ויד אלהים עלי חזקה". (יחזקאל ג' י"ד)reason of the vision my pains are come upon me (Daniel, 10, 16) and I went in bitterness, in the heat of my spirit, and the hand of the LORD was strong upon me. (Ezekiel, 3, 14)