Wail, as a virgin girdeth with sackcloth, For the husband of her youth.

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.

Be not afraid, ye beasts of the field: for the pastures of the wilderness do spring, for the tree beareth her fruit, the fig tree and the vine do yield their strength.

So shall ye know that, I, Yahweh, am your God, making my habitation in Zion my holy mountain, - So shall, Jerusalem, be, holy, and, foreigners, shall pass through her no more.