Weakened by years of neglect,
Left, alone, too long.
The strength is destroyed,
The joy dries up,
The passion languishes.
Who is this shadow?
Untended, lacking a harvest,
Not the fruitful land of past.
Break forth and sing O barren one!
Your days of mourning shall be ended,
That He may be glorified.
I am the Lord, in its time I will hasten it.
