Tell ye your sons of it, and [let] your sons [tell] their sons, and their sons another generation.

He has laid my vine waste, and barked my fig tree. He has made it clean bare, and cast it away. The branches of it are made white.

The field is laid waste; the land mourns. For the grain is destroyed, the new wine is dried up, the oil languishes.

The seeds rot under their clods. The garners are laid desolate. The barns are broken down. For the grain is withered.

Blow ye the trumpet in Zion, and sound an alarm in my holy mountain. Let all the inhabitants of the land tremble. For the day of LORD comes, for it is near at hand,

Gather the people. Sanctify the assembly. Assemble the old men. Gather the sons, and those who suck the breasts. Let the bridegroom go forth from his chamber, and the bride out of her closet.

Let the priests, the ministers of LORD, weep between the porch and the altar, and let them say, Spare thy people, O LORD, and do not give thy heritage to reproach, that the nations should rule over them. Why should they say among t

Proclaim ye this among the nations: Prepare war. Stir up the mighty men. Let all the men of war draw near. Let them come up.

Beat your plowshares into swords, and your pruning-hooks into spears. Let the weak say, I am strong.

Let the nations bestir themselves, and come up to the valley of Jehoshaphat, for there I will sit to judge all the nations round about.