The roads to Zion mourn, because no one comes to the solemn assembly; all her gates are desolate, her priests groan: her virgins are afflicted, and she herself is in bitterness.

Let all their wickedness come before you. Do to them, as you have done to me for all my transgressions. For my groans are many, and my heart is faint.

Who can speak a thing and have it come to pass, unless the Lord has commanded it?

Doesn't both calamity and good come out of the mouth of the Most High?

Fear and the pit have come on us, devastation and destruction.

They hunt our steps, so that we can't go in our streets. Our end is near, our days are fulfilled; for our end has come.

Remember, LORD, what has come on us. Look, and see our disgrace.