¹¹ Tremble, you women who are at ease;
Be troubled, you complacent ones;
Strip yourselves, make yourselves bare,
And gird sackcloth on your waists.

^13 (A)Gird yourselves and lament, you priests;
Wail, you who minister before the altar;
Come, lie all night in sackcloth,
You who minister to my God;
For the grain offering and the drink offering
Are withheld from the house of your God.

¹⁷ Let the priests, who minister to the Lord,
Weep ^(A)between the porch and the altar;
Let them say, ^(B)“Spare Your people, O Lord,
And do not give Your heritage to reproach,
That the nations should ^[a]rule over them.
^(C)Why should they say among the peoples,
‘Where is their God?’ ”