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.

我民哪，应当腰束麻布，滚在灰中。你要悲伤，如丧独生子痛痛哭号，因为灭命的要忽然临到我们。

我的百姓啊，应当腰束麻布，滚在灰中。要悲伤，如丧独子般痛痛哭号，因为灭命的忽然临到我们。

我的百姓啊，应当腰束麻布，滚在灰中。要悲伤，如丧独子般痛痛哭号，因为灭命的忽然临到我们。

百姓啊，你们要身披麻布，在灰中打滚；你们要悲伤痛哭，如丧独子，因为毁灭者将突然临到我们。

我的同胞（“同胞”原文作“人民的女子”）啊！应当披上麻布，在灰尘中打滚，悲哀如丧独生子，号咷痛哭，因为有行毁灭的会突然攻击我们。

我民哪，應當腰束麻布，滾在灰中。你要悲傷，如喪獨生子痛痛哭號，因為滅命的要忽然臨到我們。

我的百姓啊，應當腰束麻布，滾在灰中。要悲傷，如喪獨子般痛痛哭號，因為滅命的忽然臨到我們。

我的百姓啊，應當腰束麻布，滾在灰中。要悲傷，如喪獨子般痛痛哭號，因為滅命的忽然臨到我們。

百姓啊，你們要身披麻布，在灰中打滾；你們要悲傷痛哭，如喪獨子，因為毀滅者將突然臨到我們。

我的同胞（“同胞”原文作“人民的女子”）啊！應當披上麻布，在灰塵中打滾，悲哀如喪獨生子，號咷痛哭，因為有行毀滅的會突然攻擊我們。

我的人民哪，當腰束麻布，在爐灰中打滾；要舉行哀悼、如喪獨生子一樣，苦苦地號咷一頓，因為有毁滅者要突然襲擊我們了。

我民女歟、爾其束麻、輾轉灰塵、爾其舉哀、號咷痛哭、若喪獨子、蓋殘賊者將倏然臨我、

殘賊猝至、民必衣麻、坐於塗炭、舉哀甚慘、若喪獨子。

我民歟、當衣麻輾轉於塵埃、舉哀痛哭、若喪獨子、蓋殘殺毀滅者、忽至而攻我儕、

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.

My people, put on the clothes of sadness. Roll among the ashes. Mourn with bitter weeping just as you would mourn for an only son. The one who is going to destroy us will come suddenly.

O daughter of my people, put on sackcloth, and roll in ashes; make mourning as for an only son, most bitter lamentation, for suddenly the destroyer will come upon us.

Oh, my people, dress yourselves in burlap and sit among the ashes. Mourn and weep bitterly, as for the loss of an only son. For suddenly the destroying armies will be upon you!

Daughter of my people, put on sackcloth And roll in ashes; Mourn as for an only son, A most bitter mourning. For suddenly the destroyer Will come against us.

O daughter of my people, Dress in sackcloth And roll about in ashes! Make mourning as for an only son, most bitter lamentation; For the plunderer will suddenly come upon us.

O daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth, and wallow thyself in ashes: make thee mourning, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation; for the destroyer shall suddenly come upon us.

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.

O daughter of my people, gird[ thee] with sackcloth, and wallow thyself in ashes: make thee mourning,[ as for] an only son, most bitter lamentation: for the spoiler shall suddenly come upon us.

So I said,“ Oh, my dear people, put on sackcloth and roll in ashes. Mourn with painful sobs as though you had lost your only child. For any moment now that destructive army will come against us.”

Daughter of my people, clothe yourself with sackcloth, and wallow in ashes! Mourn, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation, for the destroyer will suddenly come on us.

“ Then I will pour out a spirit of grace and prayer on the house of David and the residents of Jerusalem, and they will look at me whom they pierced. They will mourn for him as one mourns for an only child and weep bitterly for him as one weeps for a firstborn.

Because of this, put on sackcloth; mourn and wail, for the LORD’s burning anger has not turned away from us.

Because of you, they raise their voices and cry out bitterly. They throw dust on their heads; they roll in ashes.They shave their heads because of you and wrap themselves in sackcloth. They weep over you with deep anguish and bitter mourning.

The hands of compassionate women have cooked their own children; they became their food during the destruction of my dear people.

The punishment of my dear people is greater than that of Sodom, which was overthrown in an instant without a hand laid on it.

Over all the barren heights in the wilderness the destroyers have come, for the LORD has a sword that devours from one end of the earth to the other. No one has peace.

But if you will not listen, my innermost being will weep in secret because of your pride. My eyes will overflow with tears, for the LORD’s flock has been taken captive.

My eyes are worn out from weeping; I am churning within. My heart is poured out in grief because of the destruction of my dear people, because infants and nursing babies faint in the streets of the city.

You are to speak this word to them: Let my eyes overflow with tears; day and night may they not stop, for my dearest people have been destroyed by a crushing blow, an extremely severe wound.

I am broken by the brokenness of my dear people. I mourn; horror has taken hold of me.Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? So why has the healing of my dear people not come about?If my head were a flowing spring, my eyes a fountain of tears, I would weep day and night over the slain of my dear people.

Those slain by the LORD on that day will be scattered from one end of the earth to the other. They will not be mourned, gathered, or buried. They will be like manure on the soil’s surface.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.

Disaster after disaster is reported because the whole land is destroyed. Suddenly my tents are destroyed, my tent curtains, in a moment.

On that day the Lord GOD of Armies called for weeping, for wailing, for shaven heads, and for the wearing of sackcloth.

They have treated my people’s brokenness superficially, claiming,“ Peace, peace,” when there is no peace.

this iniquity of yours will be like a crumbling gap, a bulge in a high wall whose collapse will come in an instant— suddenly!

Even jackals offer their breasts to nurse their young, but my dear people have become cruel like ostriches in the wilderness.

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.

Come now, you rich people, weep and wail over the miseries that are coming on you.

I weep because of these things; my eyes flow with tears. For there is no one nearby to comfort me, no one to keep me alive. My children are desolate because the enemy has prevailed.

My eyes flow with streams of tears because of the destruction of my dear people.

Because of this I will lament and wail; I will walk barefoot and naked. I will howl like the jackals and mourn like ostriches.For her wound is incurable and has reached even Judah; it has approached my people’s city gate, as far as Jerusalem.Don’t announce it in Gath, don’t weep at all. Roll in the dust in Beth-leaphrah.

I made their widows more numerous than the sand of the seas. I brought a destroyer at noon against the mother of young men. I suddenly released on her agitation and terrors.

Therefore I said,“ Look away from me! Let me weep bitterly! Do not try to comfort me about the destruction of my dear people.”

She weeps bitterly during the night, with tears on her cheeks. There is no one to offer her comfort, not one from all her lovers. All her friends have betrayed her; they have become her enemies.

“ At that time it will be said to this people and to Jerusalem,‘ A searing wind blows from the barren heights in the wilderness on the way to my dear people. It comes not to winnow or to sift;

Listen— the cry of my dear people from a faraway land,“ Is the LORD no longer in Zion, her King not within her?” Why have they angered me with their carved images, with their worthless foreign idols?

Shudder, you complacent ones; tremble, you overconfident ones! Strip yourselves bare and put sackcloth around your waists.

This is what the LORD of Armies says: Consider, and summon the women who mourn; send for the skillful women.Let them come quickly to raise a lament over us so that our eyes may overflow with tears, our eyelids be soaked with weeping.For a sound of lamentation is heard from Zion: How devastated we are. We are greatly ashamed, for we have abandoned the land; our dwellings have been torn down.Now hear the word of the LORD, you women. Pay attention to the words from his mouth. Teach your daughters a lament and one another a dirge,for Death has climbed through our windows; it has entered our fortresses, cutting off children from the streets, young men from the squares.“ Speak as follows:‘ This is what the LORD declares: Human corpses will fall like manure on the surface of the field, like newly cut grain after the reaper with no one to gather it.

Just as he neared the gate of the town, a dead man was being carried out. He was his mother’s only son, and she was a widow. A large crowd from the town was also with her.

I will raise weeping and a lament over the mountains, a dirge over the wilderness grazing land, for they have been so scorched that no one passes through. The sound of cattle is no longer heard. From the birds of the sky to the animals, everything has fled— they have gone away.

The survivors among them will escape and live on the mountains. Like doves of the valley, all of them will moan, each over his own iniquity.All their hands will become weak, and all their knees will run with urine.They will put on sackcloth, and horror will overwhelm them. Shame will cover all their faces, and all their heads will be bald.

Be miserable and mourn and weep. Let your laughter be turned to mourning and your joy to gloom.