Wail like a virgin dressed in sackcloth, grieving for the husband of her youth.
On that day the Lord GOD of Hosts called for weeping and wailing, for shaven heads and the wearing of sackcloth.
Has not the LORD made them one, having a portion of the Spirit? And why one? Because He seeks godly offspring. So guard
Come now, you who are rich, weep and wail over the misery to come upon you.
Put on sackcloth and lament, O priests; wail, O ministers of the altar. Come, spend the night in sackcloth, O ministers
The new wine dries up, the vine withers. All the merrymakers now groan.
This is what the LORD of Hosts says: “Take note, and summon the wailing women; send for the most skillful among them.
I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into lamentation. I will cause everyone to wear sackcloth and e
Have you not just called to Me, ‘My Father, You are my friend from youth.
Shudder, you ladies of leisure; tremble, you daughters of complacency. Strip yourselves bare and put sackcloth around yo
Draw near to God, and He will draw near to you. Cleanse your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-mind
who abandons the partner of her youth and forgets the covenant of her God.
“Yet even now,” declares the LORD, “return to Me with all your heart, with fasting, weeping, and mourning.”