He who goesto and froweeping,carrying[his] bagof seed,Shall indeedcomeagain with a shoutof joy,bringinghis sheaves[with him].
For His angeris but for a moment,His favoris for a lifetime;Weepingmay lastfor the night,But a shoutof joy[comes] in the morning.
Now as for me, I saidin my prosperity,"I will neverbe moved."
To grantthose who mourn[in] Zion,Givingthem a garlandinsteadof ashes,The oilof gladnessinsteadof mourning,The mantleof praiseinsteadof a spiritof fainting.So they will be calledoaksof righteousness,The plantingof the LORD,that He may be glorified.
