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 it like a time of mourning for an only son, and its outcome like a bitter day.
O daughter of my people, dress yourselves in sackcloth and roll in ashes. Mourn with bitter wailing, as you would for an
Then I will pour out on the house of David and on the people of Jerusalem a spirit of grace and prayer, and they will lo
When he has filled his stomach, God will vent His fury upon him, raining it down on him as he eats.
For every head is shaved and every beard is clipped; on every hand is a gash, and around every waist is sackcloth.
They will put on sackcloth, and terror will overwhelm them. Shame will cover all their faces, and all their heads will b
I will put an end to all her exultation: her feasts, New Moons, and Sabbaths—all her appointed feasts.
As He approached the town gate, He saw a dead man being carried out, the only son of his mother, and she was a widow. An
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
They will raise their voices for you and cry out bitterly. They will throw dust on their heads and roll in ashes.
On that day the Lord GOD of Hosts called for weeping and wailing, for shaven heads and the wearing of sackcloth.
“In that day,” declares the Lord GOD, “the songs of the temple will turn to wailing. Many will be the corpses, strewn in
For they will be entangled as with thorns and consumed like the drink of a drunkard—like stubble that is fully dry.
Now Absalom had ordered his young men, “Watch Amnon until his heart is merry with wine, and when I order you to strike A
You lie on beds inlaid with ivory, and lounge upon your couches. You dine on lambs from the flock and calves from the st
And you shall rejoice in your feast—you, your sons and daughters, your menservants and maidservants, and the Levite, as
As they drank the wine, they praised their gods of gold and silver, bronze and iron, wood and stone.
Therefore my body is filled with anguish. Pain grips me, like the pains of a woman in labor. I am bewildered to hear, I
May darkness and gloom reclaim it, and a cloud settle over it; may the blackness of the day overwhelm it.
Take away from Me the noise of your songs! I will not listen to the music of your harps.
When Abigail returned to Nabal, there he was in the house, holding a feast fit for a king, in high spirits and very drun