For this put on sackcloth, lament and wail, for the fierce anger of the Lord has not turned back from us.”

O daughter of my people, put on sackcloth, and roll in ashes; make mourning as for an only son, most bitter lamentation, for suddenly the destroyer will come upon us.

“For every head is shaved and every beard cut off. On all the hands are gashes, and around the waist is sackcloth.

“Wail, O Heshbon, for Ai is laid waste! Cry out, O daughters of Rabbah! Put on sackcloth, lament, and run to and fro among the hedges! For Milcom shall go into exile, with his priests and his officials.