Instead of perfume there will be a stench; instead of a belt, a rope; instead of beautifully styled hair, baldness; instead of fine clothes, sackcloth; instead of beauty, branding.
Otherwise, I will strip her naked and expose her as she was on the day of her birth. I will make her like a desert and like a parched land, and I will let her die of thirst.
Wail, Heshbon, for Ai is devastated; cry out, daughters of Rabbah! Clothe yourselves with sackcloth, and lament; run back and forth within your walls, because Milcom will go into exile together with his priests and officials.
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.
The sinners in Zion are afraid; trembling seizes the ungodly: ‘Who among us can dwell with a consuming fire? Who among us can dwell with ever-burning flames? ’
so the king of Assyria will lead the captives of Egypt and the exiles of Cush, young and old alike, stripped and barefoot, with bared buttocks #– #to Egypt’s shame.
They will go into the caves of the rocks and the crevices in the cliffs, away from the terror of the Lord and from his majestic splendour, when he rises to terrify the earth.
People will go into caves in the rocks and holes in the ground, away from the terror of the Lord and from his majestic splendour, when he rises to terrify the earth.
you will serve your enemies that the Lord will send against you, in famine, thirst, nakedness, and a lack of everything. He will place an iron yoke on your neck until he has destroyed you.
‘So now hear this, lover of luxury, who sits securely, who says to herself, “I am, and there is no one else. I will never be a widow or know the loss of children.”
This is the jubilant city that lives in security, that says to herself: I exist, and there is no one else. What a desolation she has become, a place for wild animals to lie down! Everyone who passes by her scoffs and shakes his fist.