Cry out and wail, O son of man, for the sword is wielded against My people; it is against all the princes of Israel! They are tossed to the sword with My people; therefore strike your thigh.
But you, son of man, groan! Groan before their eyes with a broken heart and bitter grief.
Put on sackcloth and lament, O priests; wail, O ministers of the altar. Come, spend the night in sackcloth, O ministers
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
They will come and shout for joy on the heights of Zion; they will be radiant over the bounty of the LORD—the grain, new
After I returned, I repented; and after I was instructed, I struck my thigh in grief. I was ashamed and humiliated becau
‘So then, son of man, prophesy and strike your hands together. Let the sword strike two times, even three. It is a sword
While they were killing, I was left alone. And I fell facedown and cried out, “Oh, Lord GOD, when You pour out Your wrat
Wail, you shepherds, and cry out; roll in the dust, you leaders of the flock. For the days of your slaughter have come;
“Son of man, prophesy and declare that this is what the Lord GOD says: Wail, ‘Alas for that day!’
This is what the Lord GOD says: Clap your hands, stomp your feet, and cry out “Alas!” because of all the wicked abominat