| 1 | "To celebrate our victory! " cried Squealer. | |
| 2 | A foolish woman is clamorous: she is simple, and knoweth nothing. | |
| 3 | Those who suffer most cry out the least. | |
| 4 | And all the congregation lifted up their voice, and cried; and the people wept that night. | |
| 5 | Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall; he lifts his voice, the earth melts. |