O daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth, and wallow thyself in ashes: make thee mourning, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation: for the spoiler shall suddenly come upon us.
Without me they shall bow down under the prisoners, and they shall fall under the slain. For all this his anger is not turned away, but his hand is stretched out still.
Therefore is the anger of YY kindled against his people, and he hath stretched forth his hand against them, and hath smitten them: and the hills did tremble, and their carcases were torn in the midst of the streets. For all this his anger is not turned away, but his hand is stretched out still.
And I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation; and I will bring up sackcloth upon all loins, and baldness upon every head; and I will make it as the mourning of an only son, and the end thereof as a bitter day.
Cry and howl, son of man: for it shall be upon my people, it shall be upon all the princes of Yisrael: terrors by reason of the sword shall be upon my people: smite therefore upon thy thigh.
The fierce anger of YY shall not return, until he hath done it, and until he have performed the intents of his heart: in the latter days ye shall consider it.
Mnasheh, Efrayim; and Efrayim, Mnasheh: and they together shall be against Yhudah. For all this his anger is not turned away, but his hand is stretched out still.
Therefore YY shall have no joy in their young men, neither shall have mercy on their fatherless and widows: for every one is an hypocrite and an evildoer, and every mouth speaketh folly. For all this his anger is not turned away, but his hand is stretched out still.
The Syrians before, and the Plishtim behind; and they shall devour Yisrael with open mouth. For all this his anger is not turned away, but his hand is stretched out still.
And YY said unto Moshe, Take all the heads of the people, and hang them up before YY against the sun, that the fierce anger of YY may be turned away from Yisrael.
Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is done unto me, wherewith YY hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger.
Gird yourselves, and lament, ye kohanim: howl, ye ministers of the altar: come, lie all night in sackcloth, ye ministers of my Elohim: for the meat offering and the drink offering is withholden from the house of your Elohim.
Howl, ye shepherds, and cry; and wallow yourselves in the ashes, ye principal of the flock: for the days of your slaughter and of your diasporas are accomplished; and ye shall fall like a pleasant vessel.