Turn toward me and have mercy on me, for I am alone 1 and oppressed!
So I said, 1 “Oh, my dear people, 2 put on sackcloth and roll in ashes. Mourn with painful sobs as though you had lost your only child. For any moment now 3 that destructive army 4 will come against us.”
I will turn your festivals into funerals, 1 and all your songs into funeral dirges. I will make everyone wear funeral clothes 2 and cause every head to be shaved bald. 3 I will make you mourn as if you had lost your only son; 4 when it ends it will indeed have been a bitter day. 5