When I dress in burlap to show sorrow, they make fun of me.

我拿麻布当衣裳，就成了他们的笑谈。

我拿麻布当衣裳，却成了他们的笑柄。

我拿麻布当衣裳，却成了他们的笑柄。

我披上麻衣，他们就讥笑我。

我披上麻衣，就成了他们取笑的对象。

我披上麻布为衣袍，我却成了他们的笑柄。

我拿麻布當衣裳，就成了他們的笑談。

我拿麻布當衣裳，卻成了他們的笑柄。

我拿麻布當衣裳，卻成了他們的笑柄。

我披上麻衣，他們就譏笑我。

我披上麻衣，就成了他們取笑的對象。

我拿麻布當服裝，就成了他們的笑談。

我披上麻布為衣袍，我卻成了他們的笑柄。

以麻為衣、則為人之話柄兮、

我以麻為衣、人託詞以哂笑兮、

我衣麻衣、彼眾以我為笑談、

世人見予含淚而守齋兮。舉狺狺然而非之。

when I put on sackcloth, people make sport of me.

When I put on rough clothing to show how sad I am, people make jokes about me.

When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.

I wore sackcloth as my clothing, and I was a joke to them.

When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a proverb to them.

I also made sackcloth my garment; I became a byword to them.

When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword unto them.

I wore sackcloth as my clothing, and I was a joke to them.

I made sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them.

I wear sackcloth and they ridicule me.

When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.

then I will uproot Israel from this land that I have given them. I will reject this Temple that I have made holy to honor my name. I will make Israel an object of mockery and ridicule among the nations.

“ God has made a mockery of me among the people; they spit in my face.

I will make them an object of horror and a symbol of evil to every nation on earth. They will be disgraced and mocked, taunted and cursed, wherever I scatter them.

At that time the Lord, the Lord of Heaven’s Armies, called you to weep and mourn. He told you to shave your heads in sorrow for your sins and to wear clothes of burlap to show your remorse.

the Lord told Isaiah son of Amoz,“ Take off the burlap you have been wearing, and remove your sandals.” Isaiah did as he was told and walked around naked and barefoot.

You let our neighbors mock us. We are an object of scorn and derision to those around us.You have made us the butt of their jokes; they shake their heads at us in scorn.

Weep like a bride dressed in black, mourning the death of her husband.

You will become an object of horror, ridicule, and mockery among all the nations to which the Lord sends you.

Dress yourselves in burlap and weep, you priests! Wail, you who serve before the altar! Come, spend the night in burlap, you ministers of my God. For there is no grain or wine to offer at the Temple of your God.

Yet when they were ill, I grieved for them. I denied myself by fasting for them, but my prayers returned unanswered.I was sad, as though they were my friends or family, as if I were grieving for my own mother.