Jeremiah chanted a dirge over Josiah, and all the male and female singers still speak of Josiah in their dirges today. They established them as a statute for Israel, and indeed they are written in the Dirges.
Isaiah 22:12 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised On that day the Lord God of Armies called for weeping, for wailing, for shaven heads, and for the wearing of sackcloth. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 And in that day did the Lord GOD of hosts call to weeping, and to mourning, and to baldness, and to girding with sackcloth: Amplified Bible - Classic Edition And in that day the Lord God of hosts called you to weeping and mourning, to the shaving off of all your hair [in humiliation] and to the girding with sackcloth. American Standard Version (1901) And in that day did the Lord, Jehovah of hosts, call to weeping, and to mourning, and to baldness, and to girding with sackcloth: Common English Bible The LORD God of heavenly forces called on that day for weeping and mourning, and shaven heads, and wearing of mourning clothes. Catholic Public Domain Version And in that day, the Lord, the God of hosts, will call to weeping and mourning, to baldness and the wearing of sackcloth. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version And the Lord, the God of hosts, in that day shall call to weeping and to mourning: to baldness and to girding with sackcloth. |
Jeremiah chanted a dirge over Josiah, and all the male and female singers still speak of Josiah in their dirges today. They established them as a statute for Israel, and indeed they are written in the Dirges.
When I heard this report, I tore my tunic and robe, pulled out some of the hair from my head and beard, and sat down devastated.
You saw the oppression of our ancestors in Egypt and heard their cry at the Red Sea.
Then Job stood up, tore his robe, and shaved his head. He fell to the ground and worshipped,
He has made everything appropriate in its time. He has also put eternity in their hearts, but no one can discover the work God has done from beginning to end.
a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance;
Dibon went up to its temple to weep at its high places. Moab wails on Nebo and at Medeba. Every head is shaved; every beard is chopped short.
But if the wicked man is shown favour, he does not learn righteousness. In a righteous land he acts unjustly and does not see the majesty of the Lord.
Woe to Ariel, Ariel, the city where David camped! Continue year after year; let the festivals recur.
Instead of perfume there will be a stench; instead of a belt, a rope; instead of beautifully styled hair, baldness; instead of fine clothes, sackcloth; instead of beauty, branding.
Shudder, you complacent ones; tremble, you overconfident ones! Strip yourselves bare and put sackcloth round your waists.
When King Hezekiah heard their report, he tore his clothes, covered himself with sackcloth, and went to the Lord’s temple.
He sent Eliakim, who was in charge of the palace, Shebna the court secretary, and the leading priests, who were covered with sackcloth, to the prophet Isaiah son of Amoz.
‘Why have we fasted, but you have not seen? We have denied ourselves, but you haven’t noticed! ’ ‘Look, you do as you please on the day of your fast, and oppress all your workers.
‘Both great and small will die in this land without burial. No lament will be made for them, nor will anyone cut himself or shave his head for them.
Do not enter the house where feasting is taking place to sit with them to eat and drink.
Because of this, put on sackcloth; mourn and wail, for the Lord’s burning anger has not turned away from us.
Cut off the hair of your sacred vow , and throw it away. Raise up a dirge on the barren heights, for the Lord has rejected and abandoned the generation under his wrath.”
They shave their heads because of you and wrap themselves in sackcloth. They weep over you with deep anguish and bitter mourning.
King Belshazzar held a great feast for a thousand of his nobles and drank wine in their presence.
Israel, do not rejoice jubilantly as the nations do, for you have acted promiscuously, leaving your God. You love the wages of a prostitute on every grain threshing-floor.
Dress in sackcloth and lament, you priests; wail, you ministers of the altar. Come and spend the night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God, because grain and drink offerings are withheld from the house of your God.
Grieve like a young woman dressed in sackcloth, mourning for the husband of her youth.
Even now – this is the Lord’s declaration – turn to me with all your heart, with fasting, weeping, and mourning.
Let the priests, the Lord’s ministers, weep between the portico and the altar. Let them say, ‘Have pity on your people, Lord, and do not make your inheritance a disgrace, an object of scorn among the nations. Why should it be said among the peoples, “Where is their God? ” ’
I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into lamentation; I will cause everyone to wear sackcloth and every head to be shaved. I will make that grief like mourning for an only son and its outcome like a bitter day.
When word reached the king of Nineveh, he got up from his throne, took off his royal robe, covered himself with sackcloth, and sat in ashes.
Shave yourselves bald and cut off your hair in sorrow for your precious children; make yourselves as bald as an eagle, for they have been taken from you into exile.
Come now, you rich people, weep and wail over the miseries that are coming on you.