I bent down my head upon my camel that I might not see, yet once more I loosed the sheep-skin.

Lifting up my heart, I looked again, and again I took hope and rode on.

Farther and farther I rode, and lo! I was no longer mocked; for I came to a goodly place of water and trees, and was saved.

So shall it be with us.

We have looked for his coming again, and our hearts have fallen and been as ashes, for that he has not come.