Who knows, He might turn and relent, And leave a blessing behind Him, Resulting in
a grain offering and a drink offering For the LORD your God.
Blow a trumpet in Zion, Consecrate a fast, proclaim a solemn assembly,
Gather the people, sanctify the congregation, Assemble the elders, Gather the children and the nursing infants. Have the groom come out of his room And the bride out of her bridal chamber.
Let the priests, the LORD’S ministers, Weep between the porch and the altar, And let them say, 'Spare Your people, LORD, And do not make Your inheritance a disgrace, With the nations jeering at them. Why should those
among the peoples say, ‘Where is their God?’?'