O daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth, and wallow thyself in ashes: make thee mourning, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation; for the destroyer shall suddenly come upon us.

O daughter of my people, put on haircloth, rolling yourself in the dust: give yourself to sorrow, as for an only son, with most bitter cries of grief; for he who makes waste will come on us suddenly.

Θυγατηρ του λαου μου, περιζωσθητι σακκον και κυλισθητι εις στακτην· πενθος μονογενους καμε εις σεαυτην· θρηνησον πικρως· διοτι ο εξολοθρευτης θελει ελθει εξαιφνης εφ' ημας.

O daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth, and wallow thyself in ashes: make thee mourning, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation: for the spoiler shall suddenly come upon us.