Do not tell it in Gath, Do not publish it in the streets of Ashkelon,—lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the Uncircumcised triumph.
O daughter of my people Gird thee with sackcloth and roll thyself in ashes,—The mourning for an only son, make thou for thyself, Most bitter lamentation! For suddenly, shall the destroyer come upon us.
And a man’s near of kin, even he who is about to burn the bones, shall carry him out of the house, when he shall say to him that is in the hinder parts of the house—Are there yet any with thee? and he shall say—No one. Then shall he say—Hush! for we must not invoke the name of Yahweh.