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 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.

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;