The ways of Zion mourn from none coming to the appointment: all her gates being desolated: her priests groaning, her virgins grieved, and it is bitterness to her.

Nothing to you, all ye passing by the way? Behold, and see if there is pain as my pain, which was done to me with which Jehovah afflicted in the day of the burning of his anger.

All passing by the way clapped their hands at thee; they hissed, and they will nod their head at the daughter of Jerusalem: This the city, they will say; the complete splendor of joy to all the earth.

He walled up my ways with hewn stones, he made crooked my beaten paths.

He turned aside my ways and he will tear me in pieces: he set me a desolation.

We will search out our ways, and examine and turn back even to Jehovah.