There we were,<n id="1" /> binding sheaves of grain in the middle of the field. Suddenly my sheaf rose up and stood upright and your sheaves surrounded my sheaf and bowed down<n id="2" /> to it!&#8221;

<p class="poetry">The one who weeps as he walks along, carrying his bag<n id="1" /> of seed,p> <p class="poetry">will certainly come in with a shout of joy, carrying his sheaves of grain.<n id="2" />p>