Wail, fir tree, for the cedar has fallen, because the stately ones are destroyed. Wail, you oaks of Bashan, for the strong forest has come down.

Howl, fir tree for the cedar is fallen because the mighty are spoiled howl, O ye oaks of Bashan for the forest of the vintage is come down.

Be confounded, you farmers! Wail, you vineyard keepers for the wheat and for the barley for the harvest of the field has perished.

Be ye ashamed, O ye husbandmen howl, O ye vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley because the harvest of the field is perished.

Son of man, wail for the multitude of Egypt, and cast them down, even her, and the daughters of the famous nations, to the lower parts of the earth, with those who go down into the pit.

Son of man, wail for the multitude of Egypt, and cast them down, even her, and the daughters of the famous nations, unto the nether parts of the earth, with them that go down into the pit.

Howl, gate! Cry, city! You are melted away, Philistia, all of you for smoke comes out of the north, and there is no straggler in his ranks.

Howl, O gate cry, O city thou, whole Palestina, art dissolved for there shall come from the north a smoke, and none shall be alone in his appointed times.