Because of you, they raise their voices and cry out bitterly. They throw dust on their heads; they roll in ashes.

他们必为你放声痛哭，把尘土撒在头上，在灰中打滚；

他们必为你放声痛哭，撒尘土于头上，在灰中打滚；

他们必为你放声痛哭，撒尘土于头上，在灰中打滚；

为你放声痛哭，把尘埃撒在头上，在灰中打滚，

他们必为你放声痛哭，把尘土撒在自己的头上，在灰中打滚。

他們必為你放聲痛哭，把塵土撒在頭上，在灰中打滾；

他們必為你放聲痛哭，撒塵土於頭上，在灰中打滾；

他們必為你放聲痛哭，撒塵土於頭上，在灰中打滾；

為你放聲痛哭，把塵埃撒在頭上，在灰中打滾，

他們必為你放聲痛哭，把塵土撒在自己的頭上，在灰中打滾。

他們必為你而放聲，而痛哭，把塵土撒在頭上，在灰塵中打滾；

為爾痛哭、其聲遠聞、蒙塵於首、輾轉於灰、

無不痛哭、其聲甚慘、蒙灰於首、坐於塗炭。

俱因爾大聲痛哭、蒙塵於首、輾轉於灰中、

They will raise their voice and cry bitterly over you; they will sprinkle dust on their heads and roll in ashes.

They will raise their voices. They will cry bitterly over you. They will sprinkle dust on their heads. They will roll in ashes.

and shout aloud over you and cry out bitterly. They cast dust on their heads and wallow in ashes;

They cry aloud over you and weep bitterly. They throw dust on their heads and roll in ashes.

And they will make their voice heard over you And cry out bitterly. They will throw dust on their heads, They will wallow in ashes.

They will make their voice heard because of you; They will cry bitterly and cast dust on their heads; They will roll about in ashes;

and shall cause their voice to be heard over thee, and shall cry bitterly, and shall cast up dust upon their heads; they shall wallow themselves in the ashes:

They raise their voices over you and cry out bitterly. They throw dust on their heads; they roll in ashes.

And shall cause their voice to be heard against thee, and shall cry bitterly, and shall cast up dust upon their heads, they shall wallow themselves in the ashes:

They will lament loudly over you and cry bitterly. They will throw dust on their heads and roll in the ashes;

and will cause their voice to be heard over you, and will cry bitterly. They will cast up dust on their heads. They will wallow in the ashes.

My dear people, dress yourselves in sackcloth and roll in the dust. Mourn as you would for an only son, a bitter lament, for suddenly the destroyer will come on us.

The elders of Daughter Zion sit on the ground in silence. They have thrown dust on their heads and put on sackcloth. The young women of Jerusalem have bowed their heads to the ground.

On the third day a man with torn clothes and dust on his head came from Saul’s camp. When he came to David, he fell to the ground and paid homage.

When word reached the king of Nineveh, he got up from his throne, took off his royal robe, covered himself with sackcloth, and sat in ashes.

A pronouncement concerning Tyre: Wail, ships of Tarshish, for your haven has been destroyed. Word has reached them from the land of Cyprus.Mourn, inhabitants of the coastland, you merchants of Sidon; your agents have crossed the seaover deep water. Tyre’s revenue was the grain from Shihor— the harvest of the Nile. She was the merchant among the nations.Be ashamed, Sidon, the stronghold of the sea, for the sea has spoken:“ I have not been in labor or given birth. I have not raised young men or brought up young women.”When the news reaches Egypt, they will be in anguish over the news about Tyre.Cross over to Tarshish; wail, inhabitants of the coastland!

Then they will lament for you and say of you,‘ How you have perished, city of renown, you who were populated from the seas! She who was powerful on the sea, she and all of her inhabitants inflicted their terror.

That same day, a Benjaminite man ran from the battle and came to Shiloh. His clothes were torn, and there was dirt on his head.

They shave their heads because of you and wrap themselves in sackcloth. They weep over you with deep anguish and bitter mourning.“‘ In their wailing they lament for you, mourning over you:“ Who was like Tyre, silenced in the middle of the sea?

The kings of the earth who have committed sexual immorality and shared her sensual and excessive ways will weep and mourn over her when they see the smoke from her burning.They will stand far off in fear of her torment, saying, Woe, woe, the great city, Babylon, the mighty city! For in a single hour your judgment has come.The merchants of the earth will weep and mourn over her, because no one buys their cargo any longer—cargo of gold, silver, jewels, and pearls; fine linen, purple, silk, and scarlet; all kinds of fragrant wood products; objects of ivory; objects of expensive wood, brass, iron, and marble;cinnamon, spice, incense, myrrh, and frankincense; wine, olive oil, fine flour, and grain; cattle and sheep; horses and carriages; and slaves— human lives.The fruit you craved has left you. All your splendid and glamorous things are gone; they will never find them again.The merchants of these things, who became rich from her, will stand far off in fear of her torment, weeping and mourning,saying, Woe, woe, the great city, dressed in fine linen, purple, and scarlet, adorned with gold, jewels, and pearls;for in a single hour such fabulous wealth was destroyed! And every shipmaster, seafarer, the sailors, and all who do business by sea, stood far offas they watched the smoke from her burning and kept crying out,“ Who was like the great city?”They threw dust on their heads and kept crying out, weeping, and mourning, Woe, woe, the great city, where all those who have ships on the sea became rich from her wealth; for in a single hour she was destroyed.

When Mordecai learned all that had occurred, he tore his clothes, put on sackcloth and ashes, went into the middle of the city, and cried loudly and bitterly.He went only as far as the King’s Gate, since the law prohibited anyone wearing sackcloth from entering the King’s Gate.There was great mourning among the Jewish people in every province where the king’s command and edict reached. They fasted, wept, and lamented, and many lay in sackcloth and ashes.Esther’s female servants and her eunuchs came and reported the news to her, and the queen was overcome with fear. She sent clothes for Mordecai to wear so that he would take off his sackcloth, but he did not accept them.

When they looked from a distance, they could barely recognize him. They wept aloud, and each man tore his robe and threw dust into the air and on his head.

Then Job took a piece of broken pottery to scrape himself while he sat among the ashes.

Don’t announce it in Gath, don’t weep at all. Roll in the dust in Beth-leaphrah.

Therefore, I reject my words and am sorry for them; I am dust and ashes.

Wail, you shepherds, and cry out. Roll in the dust, you leaders of the flock. Because the days of your slaughter have come, you will fall and become shattered like a precious vase.