In their streets they are girded with sackcloth; on their roofs, and in their broadways, every one howleth, melted into tears.

In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth; on their housetops, and in their broad places, every one waileth, weeping abundantly.

In its streets they wear sackcloth; on the rooftops and in the public squares they all wail, falling down weeping.

In its out-places they girded on sackcloth, On its pinnacles, and in its broad places, Every one howleth--going down with weeping.