My tabernacle is devastated, and all my cords are broken. My sons have gone out from me and they are not. There is no stretching out my tent any more, or setting up my curtains.
And I have put My words in Your mouth, and covered you in the shade of My hand, to plant the heavens and found the earth, and to say to Zion, You are My people.
Make the place of your tent larger, and let them stretch out the curtains of your dwellings. Do not spare, lengthen your cords and strengthen your stakes.
For I will bring up healing for you, and from your wounds I will heal you, a statement of Jehovah, because they called you Outcast; saying, This is Zion; no one is seeking for her.
So says Jehovah, A voice was heard in Ramah, wailing, bitter weeping: Rachel weeping over her sons; she refuses to be comforted for her sons, for they are not.
Her oppressive ones have become as chief; her enemies are at ease. For Jehovah has afflicted her for the multitude of her transgressions. Her children have gone, captive before the oppressive ones.