My soul yearns for You O Master in the night, yes, my spirit within me seeks You earnestly; for only when Your judgments are in the earth will the inhabitants of the world learn righteousness—uprightness and right standing with YHWH.
Though favor is shown to the wicked, yet they do not learn righteousness; in the land of uprightness they deal perversely and refuse to see the majesty of the Master. Though Your hand is lifted high to strike, Master, they do not see it. Let them see Your zeal for Your people and be ashamed; yes, let the fire reserved for Your enemies consume them.
Master, You will ordain peace—YHWH’s favor and blessings, both temporal and spiritual for us, for You have also wrought in us and for us all our works. O Master, our YHWH, other masters besides You have ruled over us, but we will acknowledge and mention Your name only.
They the former tyrant masters are dead, they shall not live and reappear; they are powerless ghosts, they shall not rise and come back. Therefore You have visited and made an end of them and caused every memory of them—every trace of their supremacy to perish.
You have increased the nation, O Master; You have increased the nation. You are esteemed; You have enlarged all the borders of the land.
Master, when they were in trouble and distress, they sought and visited You; they poured out a prayerful whisper when Your chastening was upon them.
As a woman with child drawing near the time of her delivery is in pain and writhes and cries out in her pangs, so we have been before You—at Your Presence, O Master. We have been with child, we have been writhing and in pain; we have, as it were, brought forth only wind. We have not wrought any deliverance in the earth, and the inhabitants of the world of Israel have not yet been born.
Your dead shall live O Master; the bodies of our dead set apart ones shall rise. You who dwell in the dust, awake and sing for joy! For Your dew O Master is a dew of sparkling light—heavenly, supernatural dew; and the earth shall cast forth the dead to life again; for on the land of the shades of the dead You will let Your dew fall. As it is written in Ezek. 37:11-12.
Come, my people, enter your chambers and shut your doors behind you; hide yourselves for a little while until the Master’s wrath is past.