荒 涼 、 毀 滅 、 饑 荒 、 刀 兵 , 這 幾 樣 臨 到 你 , 誰 為 你 舉 哀 ? 我 如 何 能 安 慰 你 呢 ?
These two things have come upon you: Being laid waste and destroyed, hunger and the sword. Who will have sorrow for you? How can I comfort you?