A nd have turned your festivals to mourning, And all your songs to lamentation, And caused sackcloth to come up on all loins, And on every head -- baldness, And made it as a mourning an only one, And its latter end as a day of bitterness.
Entonces cambiaré vuestras fiestas en llanto y todos vuestros cantos en lamento; pondré cilicio sobre todo lomo y calvicie sobre toda cabeza; haré que sea como duelo por hijo único, y su fin, como día de amargura.
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