Daughter of my people, clothe yourself with sackcloth, and wallow in ashes! Mourn, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation, for the destroyer will suddenly come on us.

I will turn your feasts into mourning,and all your songs into lamentation;and I will make you wear sackcloth on all your bodies,and baldness on every head.I will make it like the mourning for an only son,and its end like a bitter day.