et miserunt pulverem super capita sua, et clamaverunt flentes, et lugentes, dicentes: Væ, væ civitas illa magna, in qua divites facti sunt omnes, qui habebant naves in mari de pretiis ejus: quoniam una hora desolata est.
And they cast dust upon their heads and cried, weeping and mourning, saying: Alas! alas! that great city, wherein all were made rich, that had ships at sea, by reason of her prices. For, in one hour she is made desolate.
Et mitte pulvere super capites suo, et clama fle, et luge, dicente: vae, vae civitate illa magna, in quo divite fac es omni, qui habe navis in mari de pretios de illo: quia uno hora desola es.