For all the armor of the armed man in the noisy battle, and the garments rolled in blood, will be for burning, fuel for the fire.

For every battle of the warrior is with confused noise, and garments rolled in blood but this shall be with burning and fuel of fire.

I see him, but not now. I see him, but not near. A star will come out of Jacob. A scepter will rise out of Israel, and shall strike through the corners of Moab, and break down all the sons of Sheth.

I shall see him, but not now I shall behold him, but not nigh there shall come a Star out of Jacob, and a Sceptre shall rise out of Israel, and shall smite the corners of Moab, and destroy all the children of Sheth.

We remember, and should always remember, those who fought on the battlefield, who worked back home or who died in concentration camps to preserve life on our planet.

Commemorating its end, we bow our heads and remember all the victims of the Second World War the millions who perished in their towns and villages or on the battlefields and those who lost their lives in the death camps and gulags and we remember with gratitude those who fought against dictatorship, oppression, racism and aggression.