7 It has laid waste my vines

and ruined my fig trees.

It has stripped off their bark

and thrown it away,

leaving their branches white.

8 Mourn like a virgin in sackcloth

grieving for the betrothed of her youth.

7 He hath laid my vine waste,

And barked my fig tree:

He hath made it clean bare, and cast it away;

The branches thereof are made white.

8 Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.

7 It has destroyed my grapevines

and ruined my fig trees,

stripping their bark and destroying it,

leaving the branches white and bare.

8 Weep like a bride dressed in black,

mourning the death of her husband.

7 He has laid waste My vine,

And ruined My fig tree;

He has stripped it bare and thrown it away;

Its branches are made white.

8 Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth

For the husband of her youth.

7 It has made my grapevine a waste

and made my fig tree a stump.

It has stripped all the bark off my trees

and left the branches white.

8 Cry as a young woman cries

when the man she was going to marry has died.

7 He hath laid my vine waste, and barked my fig-tree: he hath made it clean bare, and cast it away; the branches thereof are made white.

8 Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.

7 He hath made my vine a desolation, and barked my fig-tree; he hath made it clean bare, and cast it away: its branches are made white.

8 Wail like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.

7 They destroyed my grapevines. 

They ruined my fig trees. 

They stripped off what they could eat, 

threw the rest away, 

and left the branches bare. 

8 Cry loudly like a young woman who is dressed in sackcloth, 

mourning for the man she was going to marry. 

7 It has devastated My grapevine

and splintered My fig tree.

It has stripped off its bark and thrown it away;

its branches have turned white.

8 Grieve like a young woman dressed in sackcloth,

mourning for the husband of her youth.

7 It has laid waste my vines,

and splintered my fig trees;

it has stripped off their bark and thrown it down;

their branches have turned white.

8 Lament like a virgin dressed in sackcloth

for the husband of her youth.

7 It has made my vine a desolation,

and my fig tree a completely splintered stump.

It has stripped them bare and thrown them down;

their branches have turned white.

8 Lament like a virgin girded in sackcloth

for the husband of her youth.

7 The locusts have completely destroyed our vines.

They have wiped out our fig trees.

They’ve stripped off the bark and thrown it away.

They’ve left the branches bare.

8 My people, sob like a virgin

who is dressed in black clothes.

She is sad because she has lost

the young man she was going to marry.

7 It has made my vine a waste

And my fig tree splinters.

It has stripped them bare and cast them away;

Their branches have become white.

8 Wail like a virgin girded with sackcloth

For the bridegroom of her youth.