The elders of the Daughter of Zion sit on the ground in silence. They have thrown dust on their heads and put on sackcloth. The young women of Jerusalem have bowed their heads to the ground.
And the gates of Zion will lament and mourn; destitute, she will sit on the ground.
In its streets they wear sackcloth; on the rooftops and in the public squares they all wail, falling down weeping.
When they lifted up their eyes from afar, they could barely recognize Job. They began to weep aloud, and each man tore h
They will put on sackcloth, and terror will overwhelm them. Shame will cover all their faces, and all their heads will b
Let him sit alone in silence, for the LORD has laid it upon him.
How lonely lies the city, once so full of people! She who was great among the nations has become a widow. The princess o
“Go down and sit in the dust, O Virgin Daughter of Babylon. Sit on the ground without a throne, O Daughter of the Chalde
“In that day,” declares the Lord GOD, “the songs of the temple will turn to wailing. Many will be the corpses, strewn in
The roads to Zion mourn, because no one comes to her appointed feasts. All her gates are deserted; her priests groan, he
Then Joshua tore his clothes and fell facedown before the ark of the LORD until evening, as did the elders of Israel; an
The elders have left the city gate; the young men have stopped their music.
They will shave their heads for you and wrap themselves in sackcloth. They will weep over you with anguish of soul and b
Wail like a virgin dressed in sackcloth, grieving for the husband of her youth.
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
Princes have been hung up by their hands; elders receive no respect.
Why are we just sitting here? Gather together, let us flee to the fortified cities and perish there, for the LORD our Go
“Sit in silence and go into darkness, O Daughter of the Chaldeans. For you will no longer be called the queen of kingdom
The presence of the LORD has scattered them; He regards them no more. The priests are shown no honor; the elders find no
In that day the lovely young women—the young men as well—will faint from thirst.
Therefore, the prudent keep silent in such times, for the days are evil.
Those who once ate delicacies are destitute in the streets; those brought up in crimson huddle in ash heaps.
Then Hilkiah’s son Eliakim the palace administrator, Shebna the scribe, and Asaph’s son Joah the recorder came to Hezeki
And Tamar put ashes on her head and tore her robe. And putting her hand on her head, she went away crying aloud.