Come out of your sleep, you who are overcome with wine, and give yourselves to weeping; give cries of sorrow, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine; for it has been cut off from your mouths.

Put haircloth round you and give yourselves to sorrow, you priests; give cries of grief, you servants of the altar: come in, and, clothed in haircloth, let the night go past, you servants of my God: for the meal offering and the drink offering have been kept back from the house of your God.

Sorrow for the day! for the day of the Lord is near, and as destruction from the Ruler of all it will come.

But even now, says the Lord, come back to me with all your heart, keeping from food, with weeping and with sorrow: