[Slowly withdraws his hand from his eyes. His gaze is serious and even gloomy, as he contemplates the agitated and expectant throng] The light is strange to my eyes, and burns them. Strange, too, is this love you show me, and it burns my soul. What would ye?
The Crowd
Save us, Jeremiah, anointed of the Lord.—Save the city.—Be our king.—Show a miracle.
Jeremiah
Your words are dark to me. What is your will?
The Crowd
[All speaking at once] Moria.—The fortress of Zion.—Save Jerusalem.—A miracle.—We are lost.—You are our shepherd.—Save us.—Save Jerusalem.
Jeremiah
Speak one at a time.