I will turn your feasts into mourning, And all your songs into lamentation; And I will make you wear sackcloth on all your bodies, And baldness on every head. I will make it like the mourning for an only son, And the end of it like a bitter day.
And I will make it - (probably, the whole state and condition of things, everything, as we use our “it”) as the mourning of an only son As, when God delivered Israel from Egypt, “there was not,” among the Egyptians: “a house where there was not one dead Exodus 12:30, and one universal cry arose from end to end of the land, so now too in apostate Israel. The whole mourning should be the one most grievous mourning of parents, over the one child in whom they themselves seemed anew to live.