Blest the quiet of death—blest the turmoil of life!
Baruch
[Throwing himself on his knees before Jeremiah] Jeremiah, my master, Jeremiah! Let not thy word shine upon us alone. Many are waiting in the marketplace, their souls full of fear. Give courage to the despairing. Fill the thirsty with the waters of life.
The Elder
Yea, strengthen the knees of the tottering. Console the afflicted!
Voices
Go forth to our brothers.—To them, as to us, bring solace.—Give them the message.—The promise.
[Rising] So be it, brothers, lead me to them. I have been comforted of God, and now will I comfort others. Let us go forth, that we may build again the temple in the hearts of the hopeless, may build there the everlasting Jerusalem. [He strides out through the door]
The Others