I will turn your religious festivals into mourning and all your singing into weeping. I will make all of you wear sackcloth and shave your heads. I will make that time like mourning for an only son and the end of it like a bitter day.

我必使你们的节期变为悲哀，歌曲变为哀歌。众人腰束麻布，头上光秃，使这场悲哀如丧独生子，至终如痛苦的日子一样。”

“我要使你们的节期变为悲哀，你们一切的歌曲变为哀歌；我要使众人腰束麻布，头上光秃；我要使这悲哀如丧独子，其结局如悲痛的日子。

“我要使你们的节期变为悲哀，你们一切的歌曲变为哀歌；我要使众人腰束麻布，头上光秃；我要使这悲哀如丧独子，其结局如悲痛的日子。

我要使你们的节期变为丧礼，叫你们的欢歌变为哀歌。我要使你们都腰束麻布，剃光头发；我要使你们伤心欲绝，如丧独生子；我要使那日成为痛苦的日子。”

“我必使你们欢乐的节期变为悲哀的日子，把你们的歌声都变为哀哭。我必使你们各人腰束麻带，头都剃光了；我必使你们悲哀，好像丧了独生子，自始至终都是痛苦的。

我必使你們的節期變為悲哀，歌曲變為哀歌。眾人腰束麻布，頭上光禿，使這場悲哀如喪獨生子，至終如痛苦的日子一樣。

「我要使你們的節期變為悲哀，你們一切的歌曲變為哀歌；我要使眾人腰束麻布，頭上光禿；我要使這悲哀如喪獨子，其結局如悲痛的日子。

「我要使你們的節期變為悲哀，你們一切的歌曲變為哀歌；我要使眾人腰束麻布，頭上光禿；我要使這悲哀如喪獨子，其結局如悲痛的日子。

我要使你們的節期變為喪禮，叫你們的歡歌變為哀歌。我要使你們都腰束麻布，剃光頭髮；我要使你們傷心欲絕，如喪獨生子；我要使那日成為痛苦的日子。」

“我必使你們歡樂的節期變為悲哀的日子，把你們的歌聲都變為哀哭。我必使你們各人腰束麻帶，頭都剃光了；我必使你們悲哀，好像喪了獨生子，自始至終都是痛苦的。

我必使你們的節期變為悲哀，使你們的歌曲都變為哀歌；使人人的腰都束上麻布，人人頭上都光禿。我必使這場哀傷如喪獨生子的悲哀，其末了、終如一天苦苦的日子。』

使爾節期變為愁日、謳詠變為哀歌、人各束麻、眾咸髠首、哀哭若喪獨子、其終則如苦日焉、

吉日變為愁慘之時、謳歌變為悲傷之語、各束以麻、各薙其髮、終日哀哭、若喪獨子。

我使爾節期、變為愁慘之日、使爾歡樂之歌、變為哀歌、使爾眾人腰各束麻、首各除髮、我使通國之人我使通國之人原文作我使之哀哭、若喪獨子、使其終局、困苦不堪、使其終局困苦不堪原文作其終局如受苦之日

I will turn your holy feasts into times for mourning. I will turn all your songs into weeping. You will have to wear the clothing of sadness. You will shave your heads. I will make you mourn as if your only son had died. The end of that time will be like a bitter day.”

I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into lamentation; I will bring sackcloth on every waist and baldness on every head; I will make it like the mourning for an only son and the end of it like a bitter day.

I will turn your celebrations into times of mourning and your singing into weeping. You will wear funeral clothes and shave your heads to show your sorrow— as if your only son had died. How very bitter that day will be!

I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into lamentation; I will cause everyone to wear sackcloth and every head to be shaved. I will make that grief like mourning for an only son and its outcome like a bitter day.

Then I will turn your festivals into mourning, And all your songs into songs of mourning; And I will put sackcloth around everyone’s waist, And baldness on every head. And I will make it like a time of mourning for an only son, And the end of it will be like a bitter day.

I will turn your feasts into mourning, And all your songs into lamentation; I will bring sackcloth on every waist, And baldness on every head; I will make it like mourning for an only son, And its end like a bitter day.

And I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation; and I will bring sackcloth upon all loins, and baldness upon every head; and I will make it as the mourning for an only son, and the end thereof as a bitter day.

I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into lamentation; I will cause everyone to wear sackcloth and every head to be shaved. I will make that grief like mourning for an only son and its outcome like a bitter day.

And I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation; and I will bring up sackcloth upon all loins, and baldness upon every head; and I will make it as the mourning of an only[ son], and the end thereof as a bitter day.

I will turn your festivals into funerals, and all your songs into funeral dirges. I will make everyone wear funeral clothes and cause every head to be shaved bald. I will make you mourn as if you had lost your only son; when it ends it will indeed have been a bitter day.

I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation; and I will make you wear sackcloth on all your bodies, and baldness on every head. I will make it like the mourning for an only son, and its end like a bitter day.

“ And I will pour out on the house of David and the inhabitants of Jerusalem a spirit of grace and supplication. They will look on me, the one they have pierced, and they will mourn for him as one mourns for an only child, and grieve bitterly for him as one grieves for a firstborn son.

Put on sackcloth, my people, and roll in ashes; mourn with bitter wailing as for an only son, for suddenly the destroyer will come upon us.

They will put on sackcloth and be clothed with terror. Every face will be covered with shame, and every head will be shaved.

Every head is shaved and every beard cut off; every hand is slashed and every waist is covered with sackcloth.

I will stop all her celebrations: her yearly festivals, her New Moons, her Sabbath days— all her appointed festivals.

As he approached the town gate, a dead person was being carried out— the only son of his mother, and she was a widow. And a large crowd from the town was with her.When the Lord saw her, his heart went out to her and he said,“ Don’t cry.”

Dibon goes up to its temple, to its high places to weep; Moab wails over Nebo and Medeba. Every head is shaved and every beard cut off.In the streets they wear sackcloth; on the roofs and in the public squares they all wail, prostrate with weeping.

When he has filled his belly, God will vent his burning anger against him and rain down his blows on him.

The Lord, the Lord Almighty, called you on that day to weep and to wail, to tear out your hair and put on sackcloth.But see, there is joy and revelry, slaughtering of cattle and killing of sheep, eating of meat and drinking of wine!“ Let us eat and drink,” you say,“ for tomorrow we die!”The Lord Almighty has revealed this in my hearing:“ Till your dying day this sin will not be atoned for,” says the Lord, the Lord Almighty.

“ In that day,” declares the Sovereign Lord,“ the songs in the temple will turn to wailing. Many, many bodies— flung everywhere! Silence!”

You lie on beds adorned with ivory and lounge on your couches. You dine on choice lambs and fattened calves.You strum away on your harps like David and improvise on musical instruments.You drink wine by the bowlful and use the finest lotions, but you do not grieve over the ruin of Joseph.Therefore you will be among the first to go into exile; your feasting and lounging will end.

Be joyful at your festival— you, your sons and daughters, your male and female servants, and the Levites, the foreigners, the fatherless and the widows who live in your towns.

As they drank the wine, they praised the gods of gold and silver, of bronze, iron, wood and stone.Suddenly the fingers of a human hand appeared and wrote on the plaster of the wall, near the lampstand in the royal palace. The king watched the hand as it wrote.His face turned pale and he was so frightened that his legs became weak and his knees were knocking.

May gloom and utter darkness claim it once more; may a cloud settle over it; may blackness overwhelm it.

At this my body is racked with pain, pangs seize me, like those of a woman in labor; I am staggered by what I hear, I am bewildered by what I see.My heart falters, fear makes me tremble; the twilight I longed for has become a horror to me.

They will be entangled among thorns and drunk from their wine; they will be consumed like dry stubble.

They will raise their voice and cry bitterly over you; they will sprinkle dust on their heads and roll in ashes.They will shave their heads because of you and will put on sackcloth. They will weep over you with anguish of soul and with bitter mourning.

When Abigail went to Nabal, he was in the house holding a banquet like that of a king. He was in high spirits and very drunk. So she told him nothing at all until daybreak.Then in the morning, when Nabal was sober, his wife told him all these things, and his heart failed him and he became like a stone.About ten days later, the Lord struck Nabal and he died.

Absalom ordered his men,“ Listen! When Amnon is in high spirits from drinking wine and I say to you,‘ Strike Amnon down,’ then kill him. Don’t be afraid. Haven’t I given you this order? Be strong and brave.”So Absalom’s men did to Amnon what Absalom had ordered. Then all the king’s sons got up, mounted their mules and fled.While they were on their way, the report came to David:“ Absalom has struck down all the king’s sons; not one of them is left.”The king stood up, tore his clothes and lay down on the ground; and all his attendants stood by with their clothes torn.

Away with the noise of your songs! I will not listen to the music of your harps.