²⁶ Put on sackcloth,^(A) my people,
    and roll in ashes;^(B)
mourn with bitter wailing^(C)
    as for an only son,^(D)
for suddenly the destroyer^(E)
    will come upon us.

²¹ Since my people are crushed,^(A) I am crushed;
    I mourn,^(B) and horror grips me.
²² Is there no balm in Gilead?^(C)
    Is there no physician^(D) there?
Why then is there no healing^(E)
    for the wound of my people?