Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



O my people put on sackcloth and roll in ashes. Mourn as for an only son, a lamentation most bitter. For suddenly the destroyer will come upon us.

Cut off your hair and cast it away. Take up a cry of sorrow and grief on the bare heights. Jehovah has rejected and forsaken the generation of his wrath.'

Dress in sackcloth, beat your breasts (mourn), and cry because Jehovah's burning anger has not turned back from us.

Take up a song of grief concerning the princes of Israel.


Hear this word that I take up for a cry of sorrow (lamentation) (dirge) over you, O house of Israel.

In that day they will taunt you and speak mournfully with sorrow and much grief: 'We are utterly ruined! He exchanged the portion of my people and removed it from me. He divided our fields and gave them to the apostate.'


Cry loudly, Heshbon, because Ai is destroyed. Cry, people of Rabbah, put on your sackcloth, and mourn. Run back and forth between the walls. Milcom will be taken away into captivity with its priests and officials.

The elders of the daughter of Zion are seated on the earth and keep silent. They throw dust on their heads. They are clothed in sackcloth. The heads of the virgins of Jerusalem are brought down to the earth.


They will put on sackcloth and they will tremble all over. Their heads will be shaved, and they will all be disgraced.

O my people put on sackcloth and roll in ashes. Mourn as for an only son, a lamentation most bitter. For suddenly the destroyer will come upon us.

I have sewed sackcloth over my skin and thrust my horn (strength) in the dust.

Dress in sackcloth, beat your breasts (mourn), and cry because Jehovah's burning anger has not turned back from us.


His servants said to him: It is said that the kings of Israel are full of mercy: let us then put on haircloth, and cords on our heads, and go to the king of Israel. Maybe he will give you your life. So they put on haircloth, and cords on their heads, and went to the king of Israel and said: Your servant Benhadad says: 'Let me now keep my life.' And he said: Is he still living? He is my brother.

They have dress themselves with sackcloth in their streets. On their housetops and in their squares everyone is wailing, taken down with tears.