whose heart did not bless me as he warmed himself with the fleece of my sheep,

Justice will be like a belt around his waist, integrity will be like a belt around his hips.

None tire or stumble, they don’t stop to nap or sleep. They don’t loosen their belts, or unstrap their sandals to rest.

Ask yourselves this and consider it carefully: Have you ever seen a man give birth to a baby? Why then do I see all these strong men grabbing their stomachs in pain like a woman giving birth? And why do their faces turn so deathly pale?