Over the heads of the living beings was something like a platform, glittering awesomely like ice, stretched out over their heads.

They will wear sackcloth, terror will cover them; shame will be on all their faces, and all of their heads will be shaved bald.

They will lament loudly over you and cry bitterly. They will throw dust on their heads and roll in the ashes;

“‘They must not shave their heads nor let their hair grow long; they must only trim their heads.

They do not lie with the fallen warriors of ancient times, who went down to Sheol with their weapons of war, having their swords placed under their heads and their shields on their bones, when the terror of these warriors was in the land of the living.