when I put on sackcloth, people make sport of me.

我拿麻布当衣裳，就成了他们的笑谈。

我拿麻布当衣裳，却成了他们的笑柄。

我拿麻布当衣裳，却成了他们的笑柄。

我披上麻衣，他们就讥笑我。

我披上麻衣，就成了他们取笑的对象。

我披上麻布为衣袍，我却成了他们的笑柄。

我拿麻布當衣裳，就成了他們的笑談。

我拿麻布當衣裳，卻成了他們的笑柄。

我拿麻布當衣裳，卻成了他們的笑柄。

我披上麻衣，他們就譏笑我。

我披上麻衣，就成了他們取笑的對象。

我拿麻布當服裝，就成了他們的笑談。

我披上麻布為衣袍，我卻成了他們的笑柄。

以麻為衣、則為人之話柄兮、

我以麻為衣、人託詞以哂笑兮、

我衣麻衣、彼眾以我為笑談、

世人見予含淚而守齋兮。舉狺狺然而非之。

When I put on rough clothing to show how sad I am, people make jokes about me.

When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.

When I dress in burlap to show sorrow, they make fun of me.

I wore sackcloth as my clothing, and I was a joke to them.

When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a proverb to them.

I also made sackcloth my garment; I became a byword to them.

When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword unto them.

I wore sackcloth as my clothing, and I was a joke to them.

I made sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them.

I wear sackcloth and they ridicule me.

When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.

then I will cut off Israel from the land I have given them and will reject this temple I have consecrated for my Name. Israel will then become a byword and an object of ridicule among all peoples.

“ God has made me a byword to everyone, a man in whose face people spit.

I will make them abhorrent and an offense to all the kingdoms of the earth, a reproach and a byword, a curse and an object of ridicule, wherever I banish them.

The Lord, the Lord Almighty, called you on that day to weep and to wail, to tear out your hair and put on sackcloth.

at that time the Lord spoke through Isaiah son of Amoz. He said to him,“ Take off the sackcloth from your body and the sandals from your feet.” And he did so, going around stripped and barefoot.

You have made us a reproach to our neighbors, the scorn and derision of those around us.You have made us a byword among the nations; the peoples shake their heads at us.

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

You will become a thing of horror, a byword and an object of ridicule among all the peoples where the Lord will drive you.

Put on sackcloth, you priests, and mourn; wail, you who minister before the altar. Come, spend the night in sackcloth, you who minister before my God; for the grain offerings and drink offerings are withheld from the house of your God.

Yet when they were ill, I put on sackcloth and humbled myself with fasting. When my prayers returned to me unanswered,I went about mourning as though for my friend or brother. I bowed my head in grief as though weeping for my mother.