Joel 1:8
Mourn like a young woman dressed in sackcloth, grieving for the husband of her youth.
Mourn like a young woman dressed in sackcloth, grieving for the husband of her youth.
Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
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Make yi mone as a virgin doth, yt gyrdeth her selfe with sacke, because of hir bryde grome.
Mourne like a virgine girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
Lament as a virgin girded with sackcloth, for the husbande of her youth.
¶ Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth!
Wail, as a virgin girdeth with sackcloth, For the husband of her youth.
Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
Make sounds of grief like a virgin dressed in haircloth for the husband of her early years.
Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth!
A Call to Lament Wail like a young virgin clothed in sackcloth, lamenting the death of her husband-to-be.
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9 Grain offerings and drink offerings are cut off from the house of the Lord. The priests, the ministers of the Lord, mourn.
10 The fields are devastated, and the ground mourns, because the grain is destroyed, the new wine is dried up, and the olive oil fails.
11 Be ashamed, you farmers; wail, you vinekeepers, for the wheat and the barley, because the harvest of the field has perished.
12 The vine is dried up, and the fig tree withers; the pomegranate, the palm, and the apple tree—all the trees of the field are dried up. Indeed, joy has withered away from the people.
13 Put on sackcloth and mourn, you priests; wail, you ministers of the altar. Come, spend the night in sackcloth, you who minister to my God, for grain offerings and drink offerings are withheld from the house of your God.
8 Because of this, I will lament and wail; I will walk barefoot and naked. I will howl like jackals and mourn like ostriches.
16 Therefore, this is what the Lord, the God of Hosts, the Lord says: There will be wailing in all the open squares, and in all the streets they will say, 'Woe, woe!' They will summon the farmer to mourning and professional mourners to lamentation.
17 In all the vineyards there will be wailing, for I will pass through your midst—this is what the Lord has declared.
8 For this, put on sackcloth, lament and wail, for the fierce anger of the LORD has not turned away from us.
12 In that day the Lord, the LORD of Hosts, called you to weeping, wailing, shaving your heads, and wearing sackcloth.
10 'I will turn your festivals into mourning and all your songs into lamentation; I will cover everyone's waists with sackcloth and shave every head bald. I will make it like mourning for an only son and its end like a bitter day.'
7 It has laid waste my vine and ruined my fig tree. It has stripped off their bark and thrown it away; their branches are made white.
4 The roads to Zion mourn, for no one comes to her appointed festivals. All her gates are desolate; her priests groan, her young women grieve, and she is in bitter anguish.
26 O daughter of my people, put on sackcloth and roll in ashes; mourn as for an only son, with bitter lamentation, for suddenly the destroyer will come upon us.
15 The Lord has rejected all my mighty men in my midst; he summoned an assembly against me to crush my young men. Like in a winepress, the Lord has trodden the virgin daughter of Judah.
16 "Because of these things I weep; my eyes, my eyes flow with tears. No one is near to comfort me, no one to restore my spirit. My children are desolate because the enemy has prevailed."
17 Zion stretches out her hands, but there is no one to comfort her. The LORD has decreed for Jacob that his neighbors become his foes; Jerusalem has become an unclean thing among them.
18 The LORD is righteous, for I have rebelled against his word. Listen, all you peoples; look at my suffering. My young women and my young men have gone into captivity.
10 The elders of the daughter of Zion sit on the ground in silence. They have thrown dust on their heads and dressed themselves in sackcloth. The young women of Jerusalem have bowed their heads to the ground in despair.
6 For the Lord has called you, like a wife forsaken and grieved in spirit, like the wife of one’s youth who is rejected, says your God.
17 You are to speak this word to them: 'Let my eyes flow with tears night and day without ceasing, for the virgin daughter of my people has suffered a great shattering—a crushing blow, a grievous wound.'
17 'Let them come quickly and lift up a lament over us so that our eyes may overflow with tears and our eyelids stream with water.'
18 'For a voice of wailing is heard from Zion: “How devastated we are! We are utterly ashamed, for we have left the land and our dwellings have been cast off.”'
11 Tremble, you who are at ease; shudder, you who feel secure! Strip yourselves bare and put on sackcloth around your waists.
12 Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vines.
9 The land mourns and languishes; Lebanon is ashamed and withers. Sharon has become like a desert; Bashan and Carmel shake off their leaves.
11 All her people groan as they search for bread; they trade their treasures for food to stay alive. "Look, LORD, and consider, for I am despised."
12 "Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? Look and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow, which was brought upon me, which the LORD inflicted on the day of his fierce anger.
20 'For death has climbed in through our windows and entered our fortresses, cutting off children from the streets and young men from the public squares.'
14 Fire went out from its branch, consuming its fruit. There was no strong rod left in it, no scepter fit to rule. This is a lamentation, and it has become a lamentation.
3 In its streets, they wear sackcloth. On its rooftops and public squares, everyone wails, falling down in tears.
13 The young women will rejoice and dance, and the young men and the old together. I will turn their mourning into joy; I will comfort them and give them gladness in place of sorrow.
21 Young and old lie together in the dust of the streets; my young women and young men have fallen by the sword. You have slain them in the day of your anger; you have slaughtered them without pity.
1 How lonely sits the city, once so full of people! She has become like a widow, great among the nations, a princess among the provinces, now a slave.
2 Bitterly she weeps in the night, tears on her cheeks. There is no one to comfort her—all who loved her have betrayed her; they have become her enemies.
15 What right does my beloved have in my house, when she has done so many wicked schemes? Can consecrated meat remove your evil? Then you would exult!
8 Jerusalem has sinned greatly and so has become unclean. All who honored her despise her, for they have seen her nakedness; she herself groans and turns away.
9 Her uncleanness clings to her skirts; she did not consider her future. Her fall was astounding; there was no one to comfort her. "Look, LORD, on my affliction, for the enemy has triumphed."
7 The new wine dries up, the vine withers, and all the merry-hearted groan.
17 The seeds shrivel beneath their clods, the storehouses are desolate, the granaries are broken down, for the grain has dried up.
26 The city gates will lament and mourn; destitute, she will sit on the ground.
11 They have made it a desolation, and it mourns before me. The whole land is desolate, but no one takes it to heart.
10 I will make Jerusalem a heap of ruins, a lair of jackals, and I will make the towns of Judah desolate, without inhabitants.
1 Woe is me, for I am like those gathering summer fruit, like those gleaning after the harvest; there is no cluster to eat, no early fig that my soul desires.
2 Judah mourns, and her gates languish; they sit on the ground in mourning, and the cry of Jerusalem rises up.
15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin and buried my strength in the dust.
15 Alas for the day! For the day of the Lord is near, and it will come as destruction from the Almighty.
24 Instead of perfume, there will be a stench; instead of a belt, a rope; instead of well-set hair, baldness; instead of fine clothing, sackcloth; and branding instead of beauty.
31 My harp is turned to mourning and my flute to the sound of weeping.
1 Listen to this word that I am raising against you, a lamentation, O house of Israel.