⁶ Make sounds of grief, son of man; with body bent and a bitter heart make sounds of grief before their eyes.

¹¹ This is what the Lord has said: Give blows with your hand, stamping with your foot, and say, O sorrow! because of all the evil and disgusting ways of the children of Israel: for death will overtake them by the sword and through need of food and by disease.

⁴ For this cause I have said, Let your eyes be turned away from me in my bitter weeping; I will not be comforted for the wasting of the daughter of my people.

³³ And when Jesus saw her weeping, and saw the Jews weeping who came with her, his spirit was moved and he was troubled,

³⁴ And said, Where have you put him? They said, Come and see, Lord.

³⁵ And Jesus himself was weeping.

¹⁶ Hearing it, my inner parts were moved, and my lips were shaking at the sound; my bones became feeble, and my steps were uncertain under me: I gave sounds of grief in the day of trouble, when his forces came up against the people in bands.

¹⁰ Take silver, take gold; for there is no end to the store; take for yourselves a weight of things to be desired.

²⁷ And I, Daniel, was ill for some days; then I got up and did the king's business: and I was full of wonder at the vision, but no one was able to give the sense of it.

⁶ Then the colour went from the king's face, and he was troubled by his thoughts; strength went from his body, and his knees were shaking.

²⁰ And the sticks with your writing on them will be in your hand before their eyes.

¹² Give loud cries and make sounds of grief, O son of man: for it has come on my people, it has come on all the rulers of Israel: fear of the sword has come on my people: for this cause give signs of grief.

³ And you, O son of man, by day, before their eyes, get ready the vessels of one who is taken away, and go away from your place to another place before their eyes: it may be that they will see, though they are an uncontrolled people.

⁴ By day, before their eyes, take out your vessels like those of one who is taken away: and go out in the evening before their eyes, like those who are taken away as prisoners.

⁵ Make a hole in the wall, before their eyes, and go out through it.

⁴ The Lord said to him, Go through the town, through the middle of Jerusalem, and put a mark on the brows of the men who are sorrowing and crying for all the disgusting things which are done in it.

¹² And let your food be barley cakes, cooking it before their eyes with the waste which comes out of a man.

⁶ Put the question and see if it is possible for a man to have birth-pains: why do I see every man with his hands gripping his sides, as a woman does when the pains of birth are on her, and all faces are turned green?

¹⁰ Then let the potter's bottle be broken before the eyes of the men who have gone with you,

¹⁷ This is what the Lord of armies has said: Take thought and send for the weeping women, so that they may come; and send for the wise women, so that they may come:

¹⁸ Let them quickly make cries of sorrow for us, so that drops may be flowing from our eyes till they are streaming with water.

¹⁹ For a sound of weeping goes up from Zion, a cry, How has destruction come on us? we are overcome with shame because we have gone away from our land; he has sent us out from our house.

²⁰ But even now, give ear to the word of the Lord, O you women; let your ears be open to the word of his mouth, training your daughters to give cries of sorrow, everyone teaching her neighbour a song of grief.

²¹ For death has come up into our windows, forcing its way into our great houses; cutting off the children in the streets and the young men in the wide places.

¹⁹ My soul, my soul! I am pained to my inmost heart; my heart is troubled in me; I am not able to be quiet, because the sound of the horn, the note of war, has come to my ears.

³ For this cause I am full of bitter grief; pains like the pains of a woman in childbirth have come on me: I am bent down with sorrow at what comes to my ears; I am shocked by what I see.

¹¹ For this cause the cords of my heart are sounding for Moab, and I am full of sorrow for Kir-heres.