[1] On that day, seven women will beg the same man: Women: Please, take away our shame. We will support ourselves-eat our own bread, make our own clothes-just let us be called by your name. [2] Then, oh then, a tiny shoot cultivated and nurtured by the Eternal will emerge new and green, promising beauty and glory. Everything that comes from the earth will offer itself, lovely and magnificent, to those who escaped Israel's demise. [3] Those who survived in precious Zion, all who remain in that special city, Jerusalem, will be called holy. They are destined to be alive, these remaining few, in Jerusalem. [4] Then the Lord will wash away the filth that clung to the daughters of Zion and clean up the blood that stained Jerusalem's streets with a spirit of justice and the breath of fire. [5] And the Eternal will create wonders over the whole of Mount Zion and those who gather there-cloud and smoke to dim the day, bright shining fire to light the night, all billowing over Zion's glory like a satin canopy. [6] And it will be a resting place, protected from the heat of the day, a place of shelter and retreat amid storms and rain.
