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!

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.

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.

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 family of David and on the people of Jerusalem. They will look on me whom they have pierced and mourn for him as for an only son. They will grieve bitterly for him as for a firstborn son who has died.

So put on clothes of mourning and weep with broken hearts, for the fierce anger of the Lord is still upon us.

They cry aloud over you and weep bitterly. They throw dust on their heads and roll in ashes.They shave their heads in grief for you and dress themselves in burlap. They weep for you with bitter anguish and deep mourning.

Tenderhearted women have cooked their own children. They have eaten them to survive the siege.

The guilt of my people is greater than that of Sodom, where utter disaster struck in a moment and no hand offered help.

On all the bare hilltops, destroying armies can be seen. The sword of the Lord devours people from one end of the nation to the other. No one will escape!

And if you still refuse to listen, I will weep alone because of your pride. My eyes will overflow with tears, because the Lord’s flock will be led away into exile.

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.

Now, Jeremiah, say this to them:“ Night and day my eyes overflow with tears. I cannot stop weeping, for my virgin daughter— my precious people— has been struck down and lies mortally wounded.

I hurt with the hurt of my people. I mourn and am overcome with grief.Is there no medicine in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why is there no healing for the wounds of my people?If only my head were a pool of water and my eyes a fountain of tears, I would weep day and night for all my people who have been slaughtered.

In that day those the Lord has slaughtered will fill the earth from one end to the other. No one will mourn for them or gather up their bodies to bury them. They will be scattered on the ground like manure.Weep and moan, you evil shepherds! Roll in the dust, you leaders of the flock! The time of your slaughter has arrived; you will fall and shatter like a fragile vase.

Waves of destruction roll over the land, until it lies in complete desolation. Suddenly my tents are destroyed; in a moment my shelters are crushed.

At that time the Lord, the Lord of Heaven’s Armies, called you to weep and mourn. He told you to shave your heads in sorrow for your sins and to wear clothes of burlap to show your remorse.

They offer superficial treatments for my people’s mortal wound. They give assurances of peace when there is no peace.

calamity will come upon you suddenly— like a bulging wall that bursts and falls. In an instant it will collapse and come crashing down.

Even the jackals feed their young, but not my people Israel. They ignore their children’s cries, like ostriches in the desert.

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!

Look here, you rich people: Weep and groan with anguish because of all the terrible troubles ahead of you.

“ For all these things I weep; tears flow down my cheeks. No one is here to comfort me; any who might encourage me are far away. My children have no future, for the enemy has conquered us.”

Tears stream from my eyes because of the destruction of my people!

Therefore, I will mourn and lament. I will walk around barefoot and naked. I will howl like a jackal and moan like an owl.For my people’s wound is too deep to heal. It has reached into Judah, even to the gates of Jerusalem.Don’t tell our enemies in Gath; don’t weep at all. You people in Beth leaphrah, roll in the dust to show your despair.

There will be more widows than the grains of sand on the seashore. At noontime I will bring a destroyer against the mothers of young men. I will cause anguish and terror to come upon them suddenly.

That’s why I said,“ Leave me alone to weep; do not try to comfort me. Let me cry for my people as I watch them being destroyed.”

She sobs through the night; tears stream down her cheeks. Among all her lovers, there is no one left to comfort her. All her friends have betrayed her and become her enemies.

The time is coming when the Lord will say to the people of Jerusalem,“ My dear people, a burning wind is blowing in from the desert, and it’s not a gentle breeze useful for winnowing grain.

Listen to the weeping of my people; it can be heard all across the land.“ Has the Lord abandoned Jerusalem?” the people ask.“ Is her King no longer there?”“ Oh, why have they provoked my anger with their carved idols and their worthless foreign gods?” says the Lord.

Tremble, you women of ease; throw off your complacency. Strip off your pretty clothes, and put on burlap to show your grief.

This is what the Lord of Heaven’s Armies says:“ Consider all this, and call for the mourners. Send for the women who mourn at funerals.Quick! Begin your weeping! Let the tears flow from your eyes.Hear the people of Jerusalem crying in despair,‘ We are ruined! We are completely humiliated! We must leave our land, because our homes have been torn down.’”Listen, you women, to the words of the Lord; open your ears to what he has to say. Teach your daughters to wail; teach one another how to lament.For death has crept in through our windows and has entered our mansions. It has killed off the flower of our youth: Children no longer play in the streets, and young men no longer gather in the squares.This is what the Lord says:“ Bodies will be scattered across the fields like clumps of manure, like bundles of grain after the harvest. No one will be left to bury them.”

A funeral procession was coming out as he approached the village gate. The young man who had died was a widow’s only son, and a large crowd from the village was with her.

I will weep for the mountains and wail for the wilderness pastures. For they are desolate and empty of life; the lowing of cattle is heard no more; the birds and wild animals have all fled.

The survivors who escape to the mountains will moan like doves, weeping for their sins.Their hands will hang limp, their knees will be weak as water.They will dress themselves in burlap; horror and shame will cover them. They will shave their heads in sorrow and remorse.

Let there be tears for what you have done. Let there be sorrow and deep grief. Let there be sadness instead of laughter, and gloom instead of joy.