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Isaiah 22:12

New American Bible - revised edition

On that day the Lord, the God of hosts, called For weeping and mourning, for shaving the head and wearing sackcloth.

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Jeremiah also composed a lamentation for Josiah, which is recited to this day by all the male and female singers in their lamentations for Josiah. These have been made an ordinance for Israel, and can be found written in the Lamentations.

When I had heard this, I tore my cloak and my mantle, plucked hair from my head and beard, and sat there devastated.

You saw the affliction of our ancestors in Egypt, you heard their cry by the Red Sea;

Then Job arose and tore his cloak and cut off his hair. He fell to the ground and worshiped.

God has made everything appropriate to its time, but has put the timeless into their hearts so they cannot find out, from beginning to end, the work which God has done.

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.

Daughter Dibon has gone up to the high places to weep; Over Nebo and over Medeba Moab is wailing. Every head is shaved, every beard sheared off.

The wicked, when spared, do not learn justice; in an upright land they act perversely, and do not see the majesty of the Lord.

Ah! Ariel, Ariel, city where David encamped! Let year follow year, and feast follow feast,

Instead of perfume there will be stench, instead of a girdle, a rope, And instead of elaborate coiffure, baldness; instead of a rich gown, a sackcloth skirt. Then, instead of beauty, shame.

Tremble, you who are so complacent! Shudder, you who are so confident! Strip yourselves bare, with only a loincloth for cover.

When King Hezekiah heard this, he tore his garments, covered himself with sackcloth, and went into the house of the Lord.

He sent Eliakim, the master of the palace, and Shebna the scribe, and the elders of the priests, covered with sackcloth, to tell the prophet Isaiah, son of Amoz,

“Why do we fast, but you do not see it? afflict ourselves, but you take no note?” See, on your fast day you carry out your own pursuits, and drive all your laborers.

They shall die, the great and the lowly, in this land, unburied and unlamented. No one will gash themselves or shave their heads for them.

Do not enter a house of feasting to sit eating and drinking with them.

So put on sackcloth, mourn and wail: “The blazing anger of the Lord has not turned away from us.”

Cut off your hair and throw it away! on the heights raise a lament; The Lord has indeed rejected and cast off the generation that draws down his wrath.

For you they shave their heads bald and put on sackcloth; For you they weep bitterly, in anguished lament.

King Belshazzar gave a great banquet for a thousand of his nobles, with whom he drank.

Do not rejoice, Israel, do not exult like the nations! For you have prostituted yourself, abandoning your God, loving a prostitute’s fee upon every threshing floor.

Gird yourselves and lament, you priests! wail, ministers of the altar! Come, spend the night in sackcloth, ministers of my God! For the grain offering and the libation are withheld from the house of your God.

Wail like a young woman dressed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth.

Yet even now—oracle of the Lord— return to me with your whole heart, with fasting, weeping, and mourning.

Between the porch and the altar let the priests weep, let the ministers of the Lord weep and say: “Spare your people, Lord! do not let your heritage become a disgrace, a byword among the nations! Why should they say among the peoples, ‘Where is their God?’” The Lord Relents.

I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into dirges. I will cover the loins of all with sackcloth and make every head bald. I will make it like the time of mourning for an only child, and its outcome like a day of bitter weeping.

When the news reached the king of Nineveh, he rose from his throne, laid aside his robe, covered himself with sackcloth, and sat in ashes.

Make yourself bald, cut off your hair, for the children whom you cherish; Make yourself bald as a vulture, for they are taken from you into exile.

Come now, you rich, weep and wail over your impending miseries.




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