Beat your breasts in sorrow for your bountiful farms and your fruitful grapevines.

她们必为美好的田地和多结果的葡萄树，捶胸哀哭。

你们要为美好的田地和多结果子的葡萄树捶胸哀哭。

你们要为美好的田地和多结果子的葡萄树捶胸哀哭。

为美好的田地和硕果累累的葡萄树捶胸痛哭吧！

你们要为美好的田地和多结果子的葡萄树搥胸哀哭。

为着美好的田地，为着多结果实的葡萄树，你们捶胸哀哭吧！

她們必為美好的田地和多結果的葡萄樹，搥胸哀哭。

你們要為美好的田地和多結果子的葡萄樹捶胸哀哭。

你們要為美好的田地和多結果子的葡萄樹捶胸哀哭。

為美好的田地和碩果纍纍的葡萄樹捶胸痛哭吧！

你們要為美好的田地和多結果子的葡萄樹搥胸哀哭。

為可喜愛的田地搥胸，為多結果子的葡萄園號咷哦！

為著美好的田地，為著多結果實的葡萄樹，你們捶胸哀哭吧！

將因嘉美之田疇、繁實之葡萄、而椎厥胸、

見良田佳囿、盡屬荒蕪、不免椎心而太息、

將為良田及茂盛之葡萄樹、搥胸而哭、

Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vines

Beat your chests to show how sad you are. The pleasant fields have been destroyed. The fruitful vines have dried up.

Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine,

Beat your breasts in mourning for the delightful fields and the fruitful vines,

Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine,

People shall mourn upon their breasts For the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.

They shall smite upon the breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.

Beat your breasts in mourning for the delightful fields and the fruitful vines,

They shall lament for the teats, for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.

Mourn over the field, over the delightful fields and the fruitful vine!

Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.

For the Lord your God is bringing you into a good land of flowing streams and pools of water, with fountains and springs that gush out in the valleys and hills.It is a land of wheat and barley; of grapevines, fig trees, and pomegranates; of olive oil and honey.

I took a solemn oath that day that I would bring them out of Egypt to a land I had discovered and explored for them— a good land, a land flowing with milk and honey, the best of all lands anywhere.

Even the jackals feed their young, but not my people Israel. They ignore their children’s cries, like ostriches in the desert.The parched tongues of their little ones stick to the roofs of their mouths in thirst. The children cry for bread, but no one has any to give them.

But I took a solemn oath against them in the wilderness. I swore I would not bring them into the land I had given them, a land flowing with milk and honey, the most beautiful place on earth.

I have cried until the tears no longer come; my heart is broken. My spirit is poured out in agony as I see the desperate plight of my people. Little children and tiny babies are fainting and dying in the streets.

Nineveh’s exile has been decreed, and all the servant girls mourn its capture. They moan like doves and beat their breasts in sorrow.

Rather, the land you will soon take over is a land of hills and valleys with plenty of rain—a land that the Lord your God cares for. He watches over it through each season of the year!