People of Judah, do not weep for King Josiah; do not mourn his death. But weep bitterly for Joahaz, his son; they are taking him away, never to return, never again to see the land where he was born.

They captured the source of our life, the king the LORD had chosen, the one we had trusted to protect us from every invader.

Tell the sorcerers to curse that day, those who know how to control Leviathan.

You will be afraid of high places, and walking will be dangerous. Your hair will turn white; you will hardly be able to drag yourself along, and all desire will be gone. We are going to our final resting place, and then there will be mourning in the streets.

The LORD Almighty said, "Think about what is happening! Call for the mourners to come, for the women who sing funeral songs."

Listen to the sound of crying in Zion: "We are ruined! We are completely disgraced! We must leave our land; our homes have been torn down."

Death has come in through our windows and entered our palaces; it has cut down the children in the streets and the young men in the marketplaces.

Then Jesus went into the official's house. When he saw the musicians for the funeral and the people all stirred up,

People of Jerusalem, go to Lebanon and shout, go to the land of Bashan and cry; call out from the mountains of Moab, because all your allies have been defeated.