[Pressing near him in their delight, throwing themselves at his feet, embracing his knees] Returned!—Risen as from the dead.—Glorious prophecy.—Jerusalem.—Jerusalem.
Baruch
[On his knees] My master, my teacher, how sweet are your words, how blissful is your message.
The Elder
Blessed be he who brings comfort in time of affliction.
His eyes glow like stars and light up the vault.
Another Woman
God’s spirit has descended on him.
The Wounded Man