Isaiah 54

 Sing out O Barren one who has not given birth; break into glad song and be jubilant, you who have not been in birth travail. For the children of the desolate will outnumber the children of the inhabited one said HaShem. Broaden the place of your tent and let the curtains of your dwellings stretch out, stint not; lengthen your cords and strengthen your pegs. For you will burst out to the right and to the left; your offspring will inherit nations, and they will settle desolate cities. Fear not, for you will not be shamed; do not feel humiliated, for you will not be disgraced; for you will forget the shame of your youth, and you will no longer recall the disgrace of your widowhood. For your Master is your Maker, HaShem, Master of Legions, is His Name; your Redeemer is the Holy One of Israel; God of all the world will He be called. For like a wife who had been forsaken and melancholy has HaShem called you, and like a wife of one’s youth who had become despised, said your God. For but a brief moment have I forsaken you and with abundant mercy will I gather you in. With a slight wrath have I concealed My countenance from you for a moment, but with eternal kindness shall I show you mercy, said your Redeemer, HaShem. 

This is the promise I have from the Holy One, and He is bringing it forth to me now, in these days, at this season. I think I can see with my waking eyes the light of Gan Eden, shining even at noon, its brightness overwhelms my senses, and fills me with joy and trembling. Joy that the exile is ending, trembling because I will see at last, Him whom my soul loves. Let it not unmake me utterly, only transform my flesh into light once more. So that I may walk with Him in Gan Eden in the cool of the evening, as in days of old.

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