Joel's Lament and Call to Repentance

The daughter of Dibon has gone up to the high places to weep, over Nebo and over Mediba, Moab whales. On every head is baldness, every beard is shorn. In the streets they put on sackcloth, on the housetops and in the squares everyone whales and melts in tears. Cash-bahn and Eleale cry out, their voice is heard as far as Jehaz. For a nation has come up against my land, powerful and without number. Its teeth are lion's teeth, and it has the fangs of a lion's ass. Lament like a virgin clothed with sackcloth for the bridegroom of her youth.