The people who once ate the richest foods now beg in the streets for anything they can get. Those who once wore the finest clothes now search the garbage dumps for food.

素来吃美好食物的，现今在街上变为孤寒；素来卧朱红褥子的，现今躺卧粪堆。

素来吃美好食物的，如今遭遗弃在街上；素来穿着朱红衣裳长大的，如今却拥抱粪堆。

素来吃美好食物的，如今遭遗弃在街上；素来穿着朱红衣裳长大的，如今却拥抱粪堆。

昔日锦衣玉食、生活奢侈的，如今却流落街头，躺卧在粪堆中。

那些从前吃美食的，现今都在街上孤单凄凉；那些从前在豪奢生活中长大的，现今却在垃圾堆中打滚。

素來吃美好食物的，現今在街上變為孤寒；素來臥朱紅褥子的，現今躺臥糞堆。

素來吃美好食物的，如今遭遺棄在街上；素來穿着朱紅衣裳長大的，如今卻擁抱糞堆。

素來吃美好食物的，如今遭遺棄在街上；素來穿着朱紅衣裳長大的，如今卻擁抱糞堆。

昔日錦衣玉食、生活奢侈的，如今卻流落街頭，躺臥在糞堆中。

那些從前吃美食的，現今都在街上孤單淒涼；那些從前在豪奢生活中長大的，現今卻在垃圾堆中打滾。

那素來喫爽口物的、如今在街上淒涼涼；那素來在朱紅褥子養大的、如今抱着糞堆睡。

素食珍饈者、今伶仃於街衢兮、素寢朱褥者、今偃臥於糞壤兮、

素飫肥甘者、今亡於逵衢兮、昔衣絳袍、為人提抱者、今偃於糞壤兮。

素食肥甘者、今亡於逵衢、昔臥朱褥者、今偃於糞壤、

Those who once ate delicacies are destitute in the streets. Those brought up in royal purple now lie on ash heaps.

Those who once ate fine food are dying in the streets. Those who wore royal clothes are now lying on piles of trash.

Those who once feasted on delicacies perish in the streets; those who were brought up in purple embrace ash heaps.

Those who used to eat delicacies are destitute in the streets; those who were reared in purple garments huddle in trash heaps.

Those who used to eat delicacies Are made to tremble in the streets; Those who were raised in crimson clothing Embrace garbage heaps.

Those who ate delicacies Are desolate in the streets; Those who were brought up in scarlet Embrace ash heaps.

They that did feed delicately are desolate in the streets: They that were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.

Those who used to eat delicacies are destitute in the streets; those who were reared in purple garments huddle in garbage heaps.

They that did feed delicately are desolate in the streets: they that were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.

Those who once feasted on delicacies are now starving to death in the streets. Those who grew up wearing expensive clothes are now dying amid garbage.ו( Vav)

Those who ate delicacies are desolate in the streets. Those who were brought up in purple embrace dunghills.

You push away every thought of coming disaster, but your actions only bring the day of judgment closer.How terrible for you who sprawl on ivory beds and lounge on your couches, eating the meat of tender lambs from the flock and of choice calves fattened in the stall.You sing trivial songs to the sound of the harp and fancy yourselves to be great musicians like David.You drink wine by the bowlful and perfume yourselves with fragrant lotions. You care nothing about the ruin of your nation.Therefore, you will be the first to be led away as captives. Suddenly, all your parties will end.

Jesus said,“ There was a certain rich man who was splendidly clothed in purple and fine linen and who lived each day in luxury.

The young man became so hungry that even the pods he was feeding the pigs looked good to him. But no one gave him anything.

The most tenderhearted man among you will have no compassion for his own brother, his beloved wife, and his surviving children.He will refuse to share with them the flesh he is devouring— the flesh of one of his own children— because he has nothing else to eat during the siege and terrible distress that your enemy will inflict on all your towns.The most tender and delicate woman among you— so delicate she would not so much as touch the ground with her foot— will be selfish toward the husband she loves and toward her own son or daughter.

Therefore, a curse consumes the earth. Its people must pay the price for their sin. They are destroyed by fire, and only a few are left alive.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.

She glorified herself and lived in luxury, so match it now with torment and sorrow. She boasted in her heart,‘ I am queen on my throne. I am no helpless widow, and I have no reason to mourn.’Therefore, these plagues will overtake her in a single day— death and mourning and famine. She will be completely consumed by fire, for the Lord God who judges her is mighty.”And the kings of the world who committed adultery with her and enjoyed her great luxury will mourn for her as they see the smoke rising from her charred remains.

Or were you expecting to see a man dressed in expensive clothes? No, people who wear beautiful clothes and live in luxury are found in palaces.

O women of Israel, weep for Saul, for he dressed you in luxurious scarlet clothing, in garments decorated with gold.

She has no fear of winter for her household, for everyone has warm clothes.

But the widow who lives only for pleasure is spiritually dead even while she lives.

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.”

The Lord says,“ Beautiful Zion is haughty: craning her elegant neck, flirting with her eyes, walking with dainty steps, tinkling her ankle bracelets.So the Lord will send scabs on her head; the Lord will make beautiful Zion bald.”On that day of judgment the Lord will strip away everything that makes her beautiful: ornaments, headbands, crescent necklaces,earrings, bracelets, and veils;scarves, ankle bracelets, sashes, perfumes, and charms;rings, jewels,party clothes, gowns, capes, and purses;mirrors, fine linen garments, head ornaments, and shawls.Instead of smelling of sweet perfume, she will stink. She will wear a rope for a sash, and her elegant hair will fall out. She will wear rough burlap instead of rich robes. Shame will replace her beauty.The men of the city will be killed with the sword, and her warriors will die in battle.The gates of Zion will weep and mourn. The city will be like a ravaged woman, huddled on the ground.

Listen, you women who lie around in ease. Listen to me, you who are so smug.In a short time— just a little more than a year— you careless ones will suddenly begin to care. For your fruit crops will fail, and the harvest will never take place.Tremble, you women of ease; throw off your complacency. Strip off your pretty clothes, and put on burlap to show your grief.Beat your breasts in sorrow for your bountiful farms and your fruitful grapevines.For your land will be overgrown with thorns and briers. Your joyful homes and happy towns will be gone.The palace and the city will be deserted, and busy towns will be empty. Wild donkeys will frolic and flocks will graze in the empty forts and watchtowers

O Jerusalem, you are my beautiful and delicate daughter— but I will destroy you!Enemies will surround you, like shepherds camped around the city. Each chooses a place for his troops to devour.

They are soaked by mountain showers, and they huddle against the rocks for want of a home.