Translations
The children born during the years of your loss will one day press in close and say, 'There's no room for me — make space, let me in!'
The children born in your bereavement will yet say in your hearing, 'The place is too cramped for me — move over, that I may dwell here!'
The children which thou shalt have, after thou hast lost the other, shall say again in thine ears, The place is too strait for me: give place to me that I may dwell.
Yet the children of your bereavement will say in your hearing, ‘This place is too small for us; make room for us to live here.’

