Therefore this is what the LORD, the God of Hosts, the Lord, says: “There will be wailing in all the public squares and cries of ‘Alas! Alas!’ in all the streets. The farmer will be summoned to mourn, and the mourners to wail.
Be dismayed, O farmers, wail, O vinedressers, over the wheat and barley, because the harvest of the field has perished.
This is what the LORD of Hosts says: “Take note, and summon the wailing women; send for the most skillful among them.
I will take up a weeping and wailing for the mountains, a dirge over the wilderness pasture, for they have been scorched
In that day they will take up a proverb against you and taunt you with this bitter lamentation: ‘We are utterly ruined!
Because of this I will lament and wail; I will walk barefoot and naked. I will howl like a jackal and mourn like an ostr
Therefore I will send you into exile beyond Damascus,” says the LORD, whose name is the God of Hosts.
The merchants who sold these things and gained their wealth from her will stand at a distance, in fear of her torment. T
Dibon goes up to its temple to weep at its high places. Moab wails over Nebo, as well as over Medeba. Every head is shav
On that day the Lord GOD of Hosts called for weeping and wailing, for shaven heads and the wearing of sackcloth.
Consecrate a fast; proclaim a solemn assembly! Gather the elders and all the residents of the land to the house of the L
I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into lamentation. I will cause everyone to wear sackcloth and e
Hear and testify against the house of Jacob, declares the Lord GOD, the God of Hosts.
For their outcry echoes to the border of Moab. Their wailing reaches Eglaim; it is heard in Beer-elim.
For I hear a cry like a woman in labor, a cry of anguish like one bearing her first child—the cry of the Daughter of Zio
Then they will throw dust on their heads as they weep and mourn and cry out: “Woe, woe to the great city, where all who
In fear of her torment, they will stand at a distance and cry out: “Woe, woe to the great city, the mighty city of Babyl
Wail like a virgin dressed in sackcloth, grieving for the husband of her youth.