The roads of Zion mourn without any going to the appointed feasts. All her gates are deserted; her priests sigh; her virgins are afflicted, and she is in bitterness.

Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? Behold and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow which is done to me, with which Jehovah has afflicted me in the day of His fierce anger.

You have wrapped Yourself with a cloud from any prayer passing through.

they reeled blind in the streets; they are defiled with blood, so that not any can touch their clothes.