Put on sackcloth and mourn, you priests. Wail, you ministers of the altar. Come, lie all night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God, for the meal offering and the drink offering are withheld from your God's house.

They run like mighty men. They climb the wall like warriors. They each march in his line, and they do not swerve off course.

Neither does one jostle another; they march everyone in his path, and they burst through the defenses, and do not break ranks.

Tear your heart, and not your garments, and turn to the LORD, your God; for he is gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and abundant in loving kindness, and relents from sending calamity.

Let the priests, the ministers of the LORD, weep between the porch and the altar, and let them say, "Spare your people, LORD, and do not give your heritage to reproach, that the nations should rule over them. Why should they say among the peoples, 'Where is their God?'"

Land, do not be afraid. Be glad and rejoice, for the LORD has done great things.

Do not be afraid, you animals of the field; for the pastures of the wilderness spring up, for the tree bears its fruit. The fig tree and the vine yield their strength.

And I will pardon their bloodguilt, which I have not pardoned, for the LORD dwells in Zion."