ECB(i)
16 Son of humanity, behold, I take the desire of your eyes away from you with a plague: yet you neither chop nor weep nor your tears run.
17 Hush your shrieking; work no mourning for the dead; bind your tiara on you and set your shoes on your feet; and neither cover your upper lip nor eat the bread of men.
18 Thus I word to the people in the morning: and at even my woman dies; and in the morning I work as I am misvahed.