How can you drowse,
Lost in dreams,
When Ashur’s rams
Are battering the gates?
Who shall waken the fools? Who make the deaf hear?
Baruch
[Ecstatically] You, master. Cry aloud. Awaken them. Save them from the jaws of death.
Awaken, awaken, up and away!
The land is afire, the foe holds the town!