Seated on the ground, in silence, are the elders of the daughter of Zion, They have lifted up dust on their head, have girded themselves with sackcloth, - Bowed down to the ground is the head, of the virgins of Jerusalem.

By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.

He putteth his mouth in the dust; if there may be hope.

Those who were used to feasting on delicate food are wasted in the streets: those who as children were dressed in purple are stretched out on the dust.

The crown has fallen from our head [our honor is covered with dust]!
Woe to us, for we have sinned!