Those who go forth weeping, carrying sacks of seed, Will return with cries of joy, carrying their bundled sheaves.
Sing praise to the Lord, you faithful; give thanks to his holy memory.
For his anger lasts but a moment; his favor a lifetime. At dusk weeping comes for the night; but at dawn there is rejoicing.
to place on those who mourn in Zion a diadem instead of ashes, To give them oil of gladness instead of mourning, a glorious mantle instead of a faint spirit. They will be called oaks of justice, the planting of the Lord to show his glory.