For this, put on sackcloth, Mourn and wail; For the fierce anger of the Lord Has not turned away from us.”

Daughter of my people, put on sackcloth And roll in ashes; Mourn as for an only son, A most bitter mourning. For suddenly the destroyer Will come against us.

For every head is shaved bald, and every beard cut short; there are gashes on all the hands, and sackcloth around the waists.

“Wail, Heshbon, for Ai has been destroyed! Cry out, daughters of Rabbah, Put on sackcloth and mourn, And move about inside the walls; For Malcam will go into exile Together with his priests and his leaders.