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Call for the mourning women,

Send for skillful women to hail;

For watching the morning sun,

God makes the new day unveil.


Allow them all to make haste,

Raise a wailing over us;

For there is no time to waste,

Seeing the marvel as thus.


The eyes may run down with tears,

Eyelids flowing with water;

God comforts and calms your fears,

Of any son or daughter.


For sounds of wailing is heard,

How we are ruined and shamed;

Because of leaving the Word,

No longer have we proclaimed.


Heed to the Word of the Lord,

Let your ear receive as taught;

Not letting it be ignored,

Teach daughters to lament not.


For death has come to this place,

It has entered the palace;

Killing children in disgrace,

Having such vengeful malice.


Dead bodies of men will fall,

Like dung on an open field;

Sheaves the reapers will haul,

But none shall gather the yield.


Let not any wise man boast,

In the wisdom of His own;

Instead the Holy Ghost,

That the Lord would condone.


Let Him who boasts understand,

Practice in the steadfast love;

In which the Lord would command,

From His sacred throne above.


For in these things He delights,

Since the day is coming near;

When people will see their rights,

In having their mournful fears.


You dwell in the wilderness,

In nations uncircumcised;

Uncircumcised God not bless,

All of those who has despised.

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