The Lord found him in a desolate land, in an empty wasteland where animals howl. He continually guarded him and taught him; he continually protected him like the pupil of his eye.

They howl in the streets because of what happened to the wine; all joy turns to sorrow; celebrations disappear from the earth.

They do not pray to me, but howl in distress on their beds; They slash themselves for grain and new wine, but turn away from me.

For this reason I will mourn and wail; I will walk around barefoot and without my outer garments. I will howl like a wild dog, and screech like an owl.

Howl, fir tree, because the cedar has fallen; the majestic trees have been destroyed. Howl, oaks of Bashan, because the impenetrable forest has fallen.