act iv, the prophets, scene 34: jeremiah scatters the idols - ted christopher lyrics

[jeremiah]
the living will envy the dead who are buried
when that day comes which the north prepares
a storm breaks forth, a beast from the thicket
but thou, o zion, thou walkest in purple
and paintest thy cheeks and adornest thy brows

cry rather “woe!” and wrap thee in tatters
from far sound the screams of the childbirth pains
it is ordained though not yet come to pass
not yet is it here, not yet
not yet, not yet