and he spread it out before me, and, it was written on the front and the back, - and there were written thereon, lamentation and sighing, and wailing.

Violence hath risen up as a sceptre of lawlessness, - There are none of them And none of their multitude And none of their throngs And no lamentation over them.

And shall make bald for thee a baldness And gird them with sackcloth, - And shall weep for time in bitterness of soul. A biter lamentation;