²⁰ The children you will have, After you have lost the others, Will say again in your ears, 'The place is too small for me; Give me a place where I may dwell.'

²⁰ Again do the sons of thy bereavement say in thine ears: 'The place is too strait for me, Come nigh to me—and I dwell.'

²⁰ The generations born in exile will return and say, 'We need more room! It's crowded here!'

²⁰ "The children of whom you were bereaved will yet say in your ears , 'The place is too cramped for me; Make room for me that I may live here.'