Gather the people, sanctify an assembly, Assemble the aged, Gather infants and sucklings of the breasts, Go out let a bridegroom from his inner chamber, And a bride out of her closet.

Between the porch and the altar weep let the priests, ministrants of Jehovah, And let them say: 'Have pity, O Jehovah, on Thy people, And give not Thy inheritance to reproach, To the ruling over them of nations, Why do they say among peoples, Where is their God?'

And let Jehovah be zealous for His land, And have pity on His people.

Let Jehovah answer and say to His people, 'Lo, I am sending to you the corn, And the new wine, and the oil, And ye have been satisfied with it, And I make you no more a reproach among nations,

And for My people they do cast a lot, And they give the young man for an harlot, And the young woman have sold for wine, That they may drink.

Proclaim ye this among nations, Sanctify a war, stir up the mighty ones, Come nigh, come up, let all the men of war.

Beat your ploughshares to swords, And your pruning-hooks to javelins, Let the weak say, 'I am mighty.'

Wake and come up let the nations unto the valley of Jehoshaphat, For there I sit to judge all the nations around.