"Yet even now," says Yahweh, "turn to me with all your heart, and with fasting, and with weeping, and with mourning."

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

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