Yea, a voice of wailing, hath been heard out of Zion How are we ruined! We have turned very pale For we have left the land, For they have cast down our habitations.
Over the mountains, will I take up a weeping and wailing, And over the oases of the desert, a dirge, For they have been burned, so that no man passeth through, Neither have men heard the lowing of cattle,—Both the bird of the heavens and the beast have fled, have gone their way:
My bowels! My bowels! I am pained in the walls of my heart My heart beateth aloud to me I cannot be still! For the sound of a horn, hast thou heard O my soul, The loud shout of war!
For this cause, are my loins filled with anguish, Pangs, have seized me, as the pangs of her that is giving birth,—I writhe so that I cannot hear, I tremble, so that I cannot see:
For this cause, will I bewail, in the wailing of Jazer, The vine of Sibmah, I will drench thee with my tears, O Heshbon and Elealeh,—For, upon thy fruit-harvest, and upon thy grain-harvest, the battle-shout, hath fallen.
Then shall lie down there, wild beasts, And filled shall be their houses with owls,—Then shall inhabit there, the ostrich, And shaggy creatures, shall dance there.
And, even he, stripped off his upper garments, and, even he, was moved to prophesy before Samuel, and lay prostrate, disrobed, all that day, and all the night. For this cause, do they say, Is, even Saul, among the prophets?
And jackals shall answer, in their citadels, And wild dogs, in their voluptuous palaces,—And near to come is her time, And, her days, shall not be delayed.
Son of man Wail thou over the multitude of Egypt and cause it to descend—her and to daughters of the famous nations—into the earth below with them who descend into the pit.
In that day, shall one take up against you a by-word, and lament a lamentable lamentation, saying—we are made, utterly desolate, the portion of my people, he passeth to others,—How doth he set me aside! To an apostate, our fields, doth he apportion.
When, Mordecai, came to know all that had been done, Mordecai rent his garments, and put on sackcloth, and ashes,—and went forth into the midst of the city, and cried out with an outcry loud and bitter;