One goes up to the house, even to Dibon, to the high places, to weep. Moab shall howl over Nebo and over Medeba; on all their heads shall be baldness, every beard cut off.
On account of this I will weep with the weeping of Jazer, the vine of Sibmah; I will drench you with my tears, O Heshbon and Elealeh; for shouting has fallen on your fruit and on your harvest.
And it shall be, instead of a smell of perfume, there shall be an odor of decay. And instead of a girdle, a rope; and instead of curled work, baldness; and instead of a girding of a rich robe, sackcloth; instead of beauty, a burning
Both the great and the small shall die in this land. They shall not be buried, and not they will mourn for them, and not cut himself, and not make himself bald for them.
Son of man, Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon made his army to serve a great service against Tyre. Every head was made bald, and every shoulder was rubbed bare. Yet there was no hire to him or to his army from Tyre, for the service that he had served against it.
Gird up and lament, priests. Howl, ministers of the altar. Come, pass the night in sackcloth, ministers of my God. For the food offering and the drink offering are held back from the house of your God.
And I will turn your feasts to mourning, and all your songs into a dirge. And I will bring up sackcloth on all loins, and baldness on every head. And I will make it like the mourning for an only son; and the end of it shall be like a day of bitterness.
And the word touched even to the king of Nineveh, and he arose from his throne, and he passed his robe from him and covered himself with sackcloth and sat on the ashes.
On account of this I will wail and howl; I will go stripped and naked; I will make a wailing like the jackal, yea, mourn like the daughters of the ostrich.