To defend which now myriads fall!
Rejecting thy people, the chosen,
Turn thy face from me too in thy wrath!
From the depth of my sorrow I cling to thee;
Though thou slay me, I trust thee in death.
The Crowd
[Shouting fiercely] Traitor.—He is cursing us.—He prays for our death. Stone him.—Stone him!
Jeremiah
[More frenzied than ever, as he daunts the menacing and turbulent mob with the fire of his enthusiasm]