Weep like a bride dressed in black, mourning the death of her husband.

我的民哪，你当哀号，像处女腰束麻布，为幼年的丈夫哀号。

你要像童女腰束麻布，为她年少时的丈夫哀号。

你要像童女腰束麻布，为她年少时的丈夫哀号。

我的子民啊，你们要像死了未婚夫的少女，穿上丧服痛哭哀号。

你们要哀号，像少女腰束麻布，为她幼年时许配的丈夫哀号一样。

我的民哪，你當哀號，像處女腰束麻布，為幼年的丈夫哀號。

你要像童女腰束麻布，為她年少時的丈夫哀號。

你要像童女腰束麻布，為她年少時的丈夫哀號。

我的子民啊，你們要像死了未婚夫的少女，穿上喪服痛哭哀號。

你們要哀號，像少女腰束麻布，為她幼年時許配的丈夫哀號一樣。

哀哦，像處女腰束麻布哦，為年少時的未婚夫哀號哦。

爾其哀哭、若少女束麻、哭其少時之夫、

委而棄之、爾當哀哭、若女未笄而字人、夫沒、身衣衰絰、

我民、爾當哀哭、若少女幼年嫁夫、夫沒、腰間繫麻、為夫哀哭、或作我民爾當哀哭如貞女腰間繫麻哀哭幼年所嫁之夫

Mourn like a virgin in sackcloth grieving for the betrothed of her youth.

My people, mourn like a virgin who is dressed in the clothes of sadness. She is sad because she has lost the young man she was going to marry.

Lament like a virgin wearing sackcloth for the bridegroom of her youth.

Grieve like a young woman dressed in sackcloth, mourning for the husband of her youth.

Wail like a virgin clothed with sackcloth For the groom of her youth.

Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth For the husband of her youth.

Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.

Grieve like a young woman dressed in sackcloth, mourning for the husband of her youth.

Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.

Wail like a young virgin clothed in sackcloth, lamenting the death of her husband-to-be.

Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth!

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.

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.’”

The grapevines waste away, and there is no new wine. All the merrymakers sigh and mourn.The cheerful sound of tambourines is stilled; the happy cries of celebration are heard no more. The melodious chords of the harp are silent.Gone are the joys of wine and song; alcoholic drink turns bitter in the mouth.The city writhes in chaos; every home is locked to keep out intruders.Mobs gather in the streets, crying out for wine. Joy has turned to gloom. Gladness has been banished from the land.The city is left in ruins, its gates battered down.

Dress yourselves in burlap and weep, you priests! Wail, you who serve before the altar! Come, spend the night in burlap, you ministers of my God. For there is no grain or wine to offer at the Temple of your God.Announce a time of fasting; call the people together for a solemn meeting. Bring the leaders and all the people of the land into the Temple of the Lord your God, and cry out to him there.The day of the Lord is near, the day when destruction comes from the Almighty. How terrible that day will be!

She has abandoned her husband and ignores the covenant she made before God.

Yet you say to me,‘ Father, you have been my guide since my youth.

Didn’t the Lord make you one with your wife? In body and spirit you are his. And what does he want? Godly children from your union. So guard your heart; remain loyal to the wife of your youth.

Come close to God, and God will come close to you. Wash your hands, you sinners; purify your hearts, for your loyalty is divided between God and the world.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.

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.

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

That is why the Lord says,“ Turn to me now, while there is time. Give me your hearts. Come with fasting, weeping, and mourning.Don’t tear your clothing in your grief, but tear your hearts instead.” Return to the Lord your God, for he is merciful and compassionate, slow to get angry and filled with unfailing love. He is eager to relent and not punish.Who knows? Perhaps he will give you a reprieve, sending you a blessing instead of this curse. Perhaps you will be able to offer grain and wine to the Lord your God as before.