Blow the trumpet in
Zion; sound the alarm on my holy hill. Let all who live
in the land tremble, for the day of the Lord is coming.
It is close at hand.... Blow the trumpet in Zion,
sanctify a fast, call a solemn assembly: gather the
people, sanctify the congregation, assemble the elders,
gather the children, and those that suck the breasts: let
the bridegroom go forth of his chamber, and the bride our
of her closet. Let the priests, the ministers of the
Lord, weep between the porch and the altar, and let
them say, Spare thy people, O Lord, and give not thine
heritage to reproach, that the heathen should rule over
them: wherefore should they say among the people, Where
is their God? Then will the Lord be jealous for his land,
and pity his people.
Joel 2:1 & 15-18
Lord hath chosen Zion; he hath desired it for his
habitation. This is my rest for ever: here will I dwell;
for I have desired it. I will abundantly bless her
provision: I will satisfy her poor with bread. I will
also clothe her priests with salvation: and her
saints shall shout aloud for joy.