{Daleth} The streets of Zion mourn, because no man cometh to the solemn feasts. All her gates are desolate; her priests make lamentation; her maidens are careful; and she herself is in great heaviness.

{Kuf} Stand up and make thy prayer in the first watch of the night; pour out thine heart like water before the LORD. Lift up thine hands for the lives of thy young children that die of hunger in the streets.

I am laughed to scorn of all my people; they make songs upon me all the day long.

Thou seest also their sitting down and their rising up. They make their songs of nothing but me.

{He} They that were wont to fair delicately, perish in the streets; they that afore were brought up in purple, make now much of dung.