The songs of the palace will turn to wailing on that day,” declares the Lord God.“ The corpses will be many; in every place they will throw them out. Hush!”
Then I will turn your festivals into mourning, And all your songs into songs of mourning; And I will put sackcloth around everyone’s waist, And baldness on every head. And I will make it like a time of mourning for an only son, And the end of it will be like a bitter day.