The ways of Zion do mourn, because none come to the solemn assembly: all her gates are desolate; her priests sigh, her virgins are in grief; and as for her, she is in bitterness.

The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand: they are wreathed, they are come up upon my neck; he hath made my strength to fail; the Lord hath delivered me into hands out of which I am not able to rise up.

Let all their wickedness come before thee; and do unto them, as thou hast done unto me for all my transgressions: for my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.

Fear and the pit are come upon us, devastation and ruin.

They hunted our steps, that we could not go in our streets: our end is near, our days are fulfilled; for our end is come.

Remember, O Jehovah, what is come upon us; consider, and see our reproach.