They charge like warriors; they scale walls like soldiers. Each one proceeds on his course; they do not alter their path.

Beat your plowshares into swords, and your pruning hooks into spears! Let the weak say, ‘I too am a warrior!’

The vine has dried up; the fig tree languishes – the pomegranate, date, and apple as well. In fact, all the trees of the field have dried up. Indeed, the joy of the people has dried up!

Gather the people; sanctify an assembly! Gather the elders; gather the children and the nursing infants. Let the bridegroom come out from his bedroom and the bride from her private quarters.