26 O daughter of my people, gird on sackcloth+ and wallow in the ashes.+ Make your mourning that for an only [son], the wailing of bitterness;+ because suddenly the despoiler will come upon us.+

20 My own tent has been despoiled, and my own tent cords have all been torn in two.+ My own sons have gone forth from me, and they are no more.+ There is no one stretching out my tent anymore or raising up my tent cloths.