Awake, awake; put on thy strength, O Zion; put on thy beautiful garments, O Jerusalem, the holy city: for henceforth there shall no more come into thee the uncircumcised and the unclean. Shake thyself from the dust; arise, and sit down, O Jerusalem: loose thyself from the bands of thy neck, O captive daughter of Zion.
Again Zion is called to “Awake, awake!” from its sleep of captivity and put on its beautiful garments. Never again will it be invaded by the heathen. This, of course, looks forward to the inauguration of the Kingdom; only then will it be true.