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Lamentations 2:10

New American Bible - revised edition

The elders of daughter Zion sit silently on the ground; They cast dust on their heads and dress in sackcloth; The young women of Jerusalem bow their heads to the ground.

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Tamar put ashes on her head and tore the long tunic in which she was clothed. Then, putting her hands to her head, she went away crying loudly.

In the streets they wear sackcloth, and on the rooftops; In the squares everyone wails, streaming with tears.

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.

Her gates will lament and mourn, as the city sits desolate on the ground.

Then the master of the palace, Eliakim, son of Hilkiah, Shebna the scribe, and the chancellor Joah, son of Asaph, came to Hezekiah with their garments torn, and reported to him the words of the commander.

Come down, sit in the dust, virgin daughter Babylon; Sit on the ground, dethroned, daughter of the Chaldeans. No longer shall you be called dainty and delicate.

Go into darkness and sit in silence, daughter of the Chaldeans, No longer shall you be called sovereign mistress of kingdoms.

Why do we remain here? Let us assemble and flee to the fortified cities, where we will meet our doom; For the Lord our God has doomed us, he has given us poisoned water to drink, because we have sinned against the Lord.

How solitary sits the city, once filled with people. She who was great among the nations is now like a widow. Once a princess among the provinces, now a toiling slave.

The roads to Zion mourn, empty of pilgrims to her feasts. All her gateways are desolate, her priests groan, Her young women grieve; her lot is bitter.

To sit alone and in silence, when its weight lies heavy,

The presence of the Lord was their portion, but he no longer looks upon them. The priests are shown no regard, the elders, no mercy.

Those who feasted on delicacies are abandoned in the streets; Those who reclined on crimson now embrace dung heaps.

Princes have been hanged by them, elders shown no respect.

The elders have abandoned the gate, the young men their music.

They raise their voices over you and shout their bitter cries; They pour dust on their heads and cover themselves with ashes.

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

They put on sackcloth, horror clothes them; shame is on all their faces, all their heads are shaved bald.

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

(Therefore at this time the wise are struck dumb for it is an evil time.)

On that day, beautiful young women and young men shall faint from thirst,

The temple singers will wail on that day— oracle of the Lord God. Many shall be the corpses, strewn everywhere—Silence!

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.

Joshua, together with the elders of Israel, tore their garments and fell face down before the ark of the Lord until evening; and they threw dust on their heads.

They threw dust on their heads and cried out, weeping and mourning: “Alas, alas, great city, in which all who had ships at sea grew rich from her wealth. In one hour she has been ruined.




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