9 For mortal [are] her wounds, For it hath come unto Judah, It hath come to a gate of My people — to Jerusalem.

10 In Gath tell ye not — in Acco weep not, In Beth-Aphrah, in dust roll thyself.

11 Pass over for thee, O inhabitant of Shaphir, Naked one of shame. Not gone out hath the inhabitant of Zaanan, The lamentation of Beth-Ezel doth take from you its standing.