The day after you came to me the Lord said to me:
"Arise, for behold, the winter is past;
the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth,
the season of singing has come."
Hallelujah, Lord!
Though my earthly foundations quiver ever still;
the snow has melted,
ice no longer crushes me.
Flowers cover this tilled landscape,
making brighter the dwelling of broken wineskin.
Angels have come,
laying hands on weary bones,
they bear water and bread.
I can more than rest from toil,
I may, like Ruth the Moabite,
arise, behold and rejoice in this season of singing.
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