He who goes on and weeps, Bearing seed for sowing, Shall indeed come in with rejoicing, Bearing his sheaves.
For His displeasure is for a moment, His delight is for life; Weeping might last for the night, But joy comes in the morning.
As for me, I have said in my ease, “Never would I be shaken!”
to appoint unto those who mourn in Tsiyon: to give them embellishment for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness. And they shall be called trees of righteousness, a planting of יהוה, to be adorned.