Jeremías 6

Fille de mon peuple, ceins-toi d'un cilice ; couvre-toi de cendre ; frappe amèrement ta poitrine, comme lorsqu'on pleure un bien-aimé ; car soudain le malheur tombera sur vous.

Hija de mi pueblo, cíñete de saco, y revuélcate en ceniza; hazte luto como por hijo único, llanto de amarguras: porque presto vendrá sobre nosotros el destruidor.

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.

Daughter of my people, clothe yourself with sackcloth, and wallow in ashes! Mourn, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation, for the destroyer will suddenly come on us.