And Jeremiah lamented for Josiah: and all the singing men and the singing women spoke of Josiah in their lamentations to this day, and made them an ordinance in Israel: and, behold, they are written in the lamentations.
He has made everything beautiful in his time: also he has put the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God makes from the beginning to the end.
He has gone up to Bajith, and to Dibon, the high places, to weep: Moab shall howl over Nebo, and over Medeba: on all their heads shall be baldness, and every beard cut off.
Let favor be shown to the wicked, yet will he not learn righteousness: in the land of uprightness will he deal unjustly, and will not behold the majesty of the LORD.
And it shall come to pass, that instead of sweet smell there shall be stink; and instead of a sash a tear; and instead of well set hair baldness; and instead of a girdle a covering of sackcloth; and burning instead of beauty.
And he sent Eliakim, who was over the household, and Shebna the scribe, and the elders of the priests covered with sackcloth, to Isaiah the prophet the son of Amoz.
Why have we fasted, they say, and you do not see it? why have we afflicted our soul, and you take no knowledge of it? Behold, in the day of your fast you indulge your desires, and oppress all your laborers.
Both the great and the small shall die in this land: they shall not be buried, neither shall men lament for them, nor cut themselves, nor make themselves bald for them:
Cut off your hair, O Jerusalem, and throw it away, and take up a lamentation on high places; for the LORD has rejected and forsaken the generation of his anger.
And they shall make themselves completely bald for you, and clothe themselves with sackcloth, and they shall weep for you with bitterness of heart and bitter wailing.
Clothe yourselves, and lament, you priests: howl, you ministers of the altar: come, lie all night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God: for the food offering and the drink offering is withheld from the house of your God.
Let the priests, the ministers of the LORD, weep between the porch and the altar, and let them say, Spare your people, O LORD, and give not your heritage to reproach, that the heathen should rule over them: why should they say among the people, Where is their God?
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.
For word came to the king of Nineveh, and he arose from his throne, and he laid his robe aside from him, and covered himself with sackcloth, and sat in ashes.