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I will gather them that are sorrowful for the solemn assembly, who are of thee, to whom the reproach of it was a burden.
At that time, will I bring you in, even at the time when I gather you, - Yea I will grant you to become a Name and a Praise, among all the peoples of the earth, when I cause them of your captivities to return before your eyes, saith Yahweh.
myself, therefore will gather the remnant of my flock, out of all the lands whither I have driven them, - And will bring them back unto their own fold, And they shall be fruitful and multiply;
Behold me bringing them in out of the land of the North, And I will gather them out of the remote parts of the earth, Among them, the blind and the lame The woman with child and she that giveth birth, together, - A great convocation, shall return hither:
And I will bring them out from among the peoples And will gather them out of the lands, And will bring them upon their own soil, And will tend them Upon the mountains of Israel, In the ravines. And in all the habitable places of the land:
Therefore will I take you from among the nations, And gather you out of all the lands,- And will bring you upon your own soil;
Then shall the sons of Judah and the sons of Israel, gather themselves together, as one, and shall appoint them one head, and come up out of the earth, - for great shall be the day of Jezreel.
For I wish not, ye should be ignorant, brethren, of this sacred secret, lest within yourselves ye be presumptuous, that, a hardening in part, hath befallen Israel, until, the full measure of the nations, shall come in;
My soul thirsteth for God, for a GOD who liveth, - When shall I enter in, and see the face of God?
Send forth thy light and thy faithfulness, Let, them, lead me, Let them bring me into thy holy mountain, and into thy habitations:
O God, my GOD, thou art, Earnestly do I desire thee, - My soul thirsteth for thee, My flesh fainteth for thee, In a land - dry, and weary for want of water, -
How lovely are thy habitations, O Yahweh of hosts!
For, there, our captors asked of us words of song, and our plunderers - gladness, - Sing us of the songs of Zion!
The ways to Zion, are mourning, because none come to her appointed feasts, All her gates, are desolate, her priests, are sighing, - her virgins, are grieved, and, she, it is bitter for her.
Thus hath he destroyed, like a garden, his pavilion, hath laid waste his place of assembly, - Yahweh, hath caused to be forgotten, in Zion, the appointed assembly and the sabbath, and hath spurned, in the indignation of his anger, the king and the priest.
What will ye do, for the day of appointed meeting? and in the day of the festival of Yahweh?